The auction continued in full swing. The bidding for the Elixir, which had started fiercely, had gradually slowed. The price was simply too high, having now reached 160,000 Spirit Stones.
"Are there any other friends willing to raise the bid? If not, then this Fourth Grade Healing Elixir will belong to our friend, number one hundred sixty-nine, in the main hall!" the middle-aged man announced loudly to the crowd.
This was the most critical moment. Anyone who still wanted the Fourth Grade Elixir had to bid now or lose their chance. Beads of sweat even appeared on some people's foreheads.
After a moment, no one had raised the price. Everyone assumed that number one hundred sixty-nine had secured the Fourth Grade Elixir. But just as the middle-aged man was about to say the word "sold," a new number appeared on the large screen.
