"Old Mr. Luo, what is it now?" Wu Ming asked impatiently.
Luo Feng smiled bitterly. "Young Sect Leader, that's not how you calculate it! This is an auction, so the cultivator who consigned the item naturally has the final say. The firecloud pills might not be worth a thousand spirit stones each, but the problem right now is that you can't buy them even if you have the spirit stones! If the cultivator selling the rings happens to desperately need firecloud pills but has nowhere to buy them, they will definitely prefer the option of spirit stones plus firecloud pills. They wouldn't want more spirit stones!"
Wu Ming curled his lip. "How could it be that much of a coincidence? That kid just happened to take out exactly what the other party needs, and desperately at that?"
