Ao San's eyes were blazing.
Whether Wang Xu intended it or not, Ao San was determined to obtain this advanced primordial power weapon.
But Wang Xu unexpectedly interjected, making Ao San pay an additional one hundred thousand taels.
In contrast, Yan Xi's gaze revealed a hint of surprise.
He was well aware that although all the people present were significant figures, families truly capable of matching Ao San were very few and far between.
A martial artist about to advance to second-class earth level was someone that nobody present dared to provoke.
Yet he did not expect that someone would really speak up and offend Ao San.
"One million three hundred thousand taels!"
Ao San's heart ached, twenty thousand taels would be enough for him to recruit a mortal-level ninth layer martial artist, but just because of this guy's words, all went down the drain.
"One million four hundred thousand taels."
The calm voice sounded again, leaving everyone dumbfounded.
