"Xue Yan, Grand Elder, certainly shows great courage."
Mu Taoist squinted and said, this price for a sect is not a small sum.
"Two hundred sixty thousand!"
Yuan Ba turned back to glance at the slightly heated eyes of Yuan Ming and quoted again.
The Yuan Family's annual profit is about three hundred thousand Lower Grade Spirit Stones, which need to support family's disciples' cultivation and maintain family expenses; therefore, two hundred sixty thousand Lower Grade Spirit Stones is indeed a flesh-cutting decision for the Yuan Family.
"Two hundred sixty-five thousand."
Shortly after Yuan Ba's bid, Xue Yan, Grand Elder, again spoke with a tone of determination.
At this moment, in VIP Pavilion No. 1, beneath the black curtain, there were two figures.
One was a young man dressed in a light golden robe, the young man looked quite handsome, his face bearing a touch of arrogance, and on the light golden robe, there was an embroidered Flood Dragon pattern, appearing very noble.
