"Thirty million Spirit Stones? Xinlan, are you serious?" Ye Tian laughed. He hadn't expected the normally composed Zhang Xinlan to have such a playful side. 'It doesn't quite fit her image as the Saintess,' he thought.
"Why not?" Zhang Xinlan said. "It's not like we're bidding on anything else. The value of this Seven-Colored Sparrow is far more than thirty million Spirit Stones. If this were back *there*, you might not be able to get it for even three hundred million. When you think about it that way, we're getting a huge bargain!"
To Xu Chun and Zhou Hongtao, Ye Tian and Zhang Xinlan's words were like a sudden thunderclap that left them speechless. Every sentence was more astonishing than the last; it was as if thirty million Spirit Stones meant nothing to them.
