When the auction price of the Ghost Luo Leaf reached a staggering 270,000 Low Grade Spirit Stones, many people wondered if this was the limit. It was already a sky-high price!
However, what followed made them realize they were truly frogs at the bottom of the well. Their vision was indeed too narrow.
"300,000!" Someone else bid!
"320,000!" The owner of the cold voice continued to bid.
"350,000!" This time, it was again Liuu Zhen who bid. After bidding, he hesitated for a moment but still gritted his teeth and said, "I wonder which elder this is? This Ghost Luo Leaf is indeed of great use to me, I must have it. Could I trouble you for some convenience?"
The crowd quieted down slightly.
The old man at the Central Auction House also furrowed his brows.
But in the next moment, the cold voice unexpectedly sounded again.
It was as if he hadn't heard Liuu Zhen's polite request.
"400,000!" He directly increased the bid by fifty thousand.
