At the beginning, Brother Cheng's expectation was to sell all 306,921 Immortal Fate Orders at a price of 3 million each.
Making a profit of over 900 billion Immortal Crystals was already very satisfying to him.
But as he continued to sell, he found that he had underestimated the purchasing enthusiasm of these people in the Middle Immortal Realm.
So he could only 'respond to everyone's call' and reluctantly raise the price in waves.
By now, these last 1,000 pieces, everyone knew it was the final batch.
Of course, he wanted to sell them for a sky-high price.
"Ladies and gentlemen, there are very few Immortal Fate Orders left, so I can't meet everyone's needs."
"Even if I generously sell the last Immortal Fate Orders to you, what about those who are still on their way?"
He gazed into the distance, eyes filled with sorrow.
"Many people couldn't make it because the journey was too long and missed this sale."
"If I were to sell out now, wouldn't that be disappointing for them?"
