Astuteness flashed past Ye Qingtang's eyes. The owner of the Nine Souls Ring was the Holy Lord of Shadows. Ye Qingtang wasn't certain of the value of it and how attractive it would be to the fat catfish, but seeing their reactions…
It was obvious that the worth of the Nine Souls Ring was way more than a mere 500 spirit stones.
She knew exactly what to do. With a hesitant expression, she replied, "500 spirit stones? Let me think about it."
Once the fat catfish noticed Ye Qingtang's hesitation, it panicked. "If that's too little, I'll add a hundred more spirit stones."
"Hundred?" Ye Qingtang's attitude was ambiguous.
The fat catfishes surrounding them were also tempted to make an offer. Nothing was set in stone yet, they could still intercept!
"Lass, I'll offer 700 spirit stones!" A fat catfish wasn't shy to make an intercepting offer.
"700? I'll do 800!"
