Khan Family Auction Grounds…
"13,000 spirit stones…" suddenly, a loud call came from Room Number 7.
Both Fatty Lambu and Jia Kai turned their heads toward Mo Han in utter shock.
Everyone's eyes—noble elders, arrogant young masters, sword-wielding cultivators, and delicate noble ladies—were fixed on the stage where the golden plate held the glowing, crimson shafted spear.
And now, for the first time, a direct confrontation had begun—two mysterious bidders, Room No. 13 and Room No. 7, locked in a fierce battle of wealth.
"14000 Spirit Stones!" A loud and commanding cry came from Private room number 13.
"15000 spirit stones!" Mo Han's voice rang out again, calm yet thunderous, echoing from Room No. 7.
A wave of murmurs swept through the Auction hall like a strong breeze.
"Who are these two?"
"They're mad!"
"Is the Firebolt really worth so much?"
"What kind of cultivators are sitting in Room 7 and 13?"
