In the end, Jiang Beiran managed to bid the Yunlin Flower with four Vital Spirit Pills and two wood spirit stones, which was a bit cheaper than the Hundred Meters Ice Silk.
"Hu..."
Although he had been telling himself to calm down, Wu Qingce was still so nervous after another round of bidding.
Shaking his head, Jiang Beiran said to Wu Qingce who had sat back down, "Sigh, what's there to panic about? You can't have this kind of mindset. If I sell the Thunder Flame Body Tempering Pill that I gave you last time, it could be sold for at least 50 middle tier spirit stones."
"Cough..." Wu Qingce, who had just swallowed a grape, almost choked to death. He patted his chest and looked at Jiang Beiran. Just as he was about to open his mouth. He heard his senior brother spoke first, "If you dare to say something like, 'can I dig it out and return it to you?' I will smack you to death."
