After a moment of collective silence, a few scattered bids finally began to trickle in:
"Two hundred and ten Spirit Stones."
"Two hundred and thirty."
"I'll bid two hundred and forty."
...
Lin Changheng felt a small sense of relief. The bidding was barely inching along the minimum increment, which meant no one was particularly desperate to own this item.
Not a single person had even made a significant jump in their bid.
This helped to calm his nerves.
"Two hundred and eighty Lower Grade Spirit Stones."
"Two ninety!"
"I bid three hundred. If anyone goes higher, I'll gladly concede."
The bidding continued its feeble climb. Of the few who had been bidding, many were now dropping out.
At this moment, Lin Changheng spoke up:
"Three hundred and fifty Spirit Stones."
He made a huge jump, intending to intimidate his already hesitant competitors.
