"Sixteen thousand Spirit Stones! Going once!"
Before a smile could even form on Fang Qingyuan's face in his private room, someone in a room from another direction raised the bid:
"I bid eighteen thousand Spirit Stones!"
"This fellow Cultivator is willing to bid eighteen thousand Spirit Stones! Eighteen thousand! Are there any other bids?"
The Auctioneer shouted rapidly, trying to stir up the emotions of the Cultivators present.
"Twenty thousand!"
From across the second floor came a hoarse, aged voice, its bid striking Fang Qingyuan's ears like a bolt from the blue.
In just a few breaths, the price was already heading for twenty thousand. Fang Qingyuan thought for a moment and was about to call out a bid when Jiang Kui, beside him, grabbed his arm and asked:
"How much are you planning to bid?"
Fang Qingyuan said:
"How about twenty-one thousand?"
"Just bid twenty-five thousand directly. That's my limit. If someone bids higher, we'll let it go."
