The sight of this understanding left the rogue cultivators in the late stage of Qi refinement in the audience feeling very frustrated.
Not only them, Sikong Shoujia in the eighth booth, also had a flushed face.
"Why don't you let me bid, Master, given that I have some wealth?"
Mi Shuhua put away his smile and looked at him coldly.
"If you want to die, naturally I won't stop you."
"But…"
"There's no 'but'." Mi Shuhua sneered, "It's already merciful that the various Foundation Establishment forces are willing to give up one Foundation Establishment Pill for the rootless and wandering rogue cultivators. As for the rest, you don't even dare to dream about it."
Mi Junping couldn't help but ask: "Then why don't you make a move, Father?"
"I already have one more Foundation Establishment Pill, and it's not my turn this time. This has been discussed beforehand."
Luo Chen stood behind them, silently watching all of this.
