Jiang Yuan stood up immediately when he saw the Dragon Blood Herb.
Shu Xiaoxiao, who was massaging his shoulders, was startled by his sudden movement.
"Young Master, what is it?" She asked.
A smile broke out on Jiang Yuan's face: "I've found an unexpected treasure. If I'm not mistaken, this thing will be extremely useful to me."
He glanced at the storage ring in his hand.
Inwardly, he noted, I have a total of 18,000 low-grade spiritual stones. It won't be difficult to bid for this item.
Watching the crowd below eagerly bidding, he silently shook his head, there's no rush!
Soon, the price had reached 2,550 low-grade spiritual stones.
Seeing that no one else was bidding, Jiang Yuan raised his plaque.
"Two thousand seven!"
"Bid of 2,700 low-grade spiritual stones from honored guest number thirteen, anyone with a higher bid?"
Just as he finished, a voice echoed out from the booth opposite Jiang Yuan.
"Three thousand!"
