Four Billion!!!
James continued to shout, "Four billion."
His voice rang through the auction hall with a confidence that seemed almost unreasonable.
The moment those words fell, the entire atmosphere changed.
Four billion.
The number alone was enough to make countless cultivators hold their breath.
Behind the closed doors of the private room, Leon leaned back against his chair, his long, shoulder-length black hair falling loosely over his midnight robes. Thin amethyst embroidery shimmered faintly whenever the light passed over the fabric. His purple eyes remained calm, almost lazy, as though the astronomical number being thrown around below had nothing to do with him.
Beside him, Selena sat quietly.
Her long silver-white hair spilled over her shoulders like moonlight, contrasting beautifully with her snow-white robe and pale blue sash. Her blue eyes remained fixed on the auction floor, though there was a faint trace of amusement hidden within them.
