"I want the armor! Twenty thousand high-grade origin stones!" A plain robed daoist declared boldly, his voice slicing through the tension in the room like a sharp blade.
"Give that to me on behalf of the Yun clan, and I'll offer you twenty-one thousand high-grade origin stones," Yun Hongyi said proudly, his eyes glinting with arrogance.
The contrast between his casual posture and the serious tone in his voice only heightened the underlying tension of the auction.
"Your clan is quite stingy, unwilling to part with its wealth. But my Wei clan will purchase this armor at twenty-five thousand high-grade origin stones," Wei Zhuling replied coldly, the hint of superiority evident in his tone.
"Hmph! Says who?" Xi Wangfeng interjected, his voice dripping with disdain as he upped the bid.
"I'll take it at thirty thousand high-grade origin stones." His voice was unwavering, confident as he squared his shoulders, unafraid of the growing competition.
