The auction concluded in great perfection, but the VIP room where Ye Fan was located was far from calm.
"You messed up, didn't you? Nowadays, people are as cunning as monkeys. You've fooled them so many times; it's no surprise if they retaliate!"
Jin Zhanfei teased Ye Fan with a smile, not realizing that Ye Fan's previous actions were just to secure the Soul Summoning Lotus at a low bid.
"It's okay, Brother Ye. At worst, the sect can provide the spirit stones. The sect can still afford these spirit stones."
Tong Qianchen comforted Ye Fan, believing that he certainly couldn't afford fifteen thousand one hundred high-grade spirit stones.
The sect will pay?
Hearing Tong Qianchen's words, even Elder Shen Ximen fell silent. They knew what such a large amount of spirit stones meant for a sect.
If Ye Fan was bidding for the Thunder God's Fury, it would be different, but it was just a Soul Summoning Grass—a treasure medicine, but even then, this price seemed a bit of a loss to them.
