After a few more smaller items were auctioned off—things that the major forces looked down upon and Feng Yun barely spared a glance at—the room began to lose some of its earlier energy.
The black tiger had stopped bidding altogether, clearly frustrated, and Feng Yun didn't bother either. The items that followed had no real appeal to him.
Then, the final item was unveiled, and the entire auction hall fell into a deep silence.
"The last item is the grand finale of this Chamber of Commerce," the auctioneer's voice rang out. "The Spirit Soul Ember, an artefact that is said to contain the essence of ancient spirits. This item is a rare treasure that can heal soul injuries."
"_due to the nature of the consignment, the starting price has been set by the customer._ The opening bid is 100 million spirit stones. Each increase must not be less than 5 million spirit stones."
The room suddenly erupted in murmurs.
"A Spirit Soul Ember?"
