"Congratulations, Senior Brother,"
Qu Junhou smiled and offered his congratulations.
"Haha, thank you, Junior Brother,"
The lean man came back to his senses and laughed heartily.
This trip to the True Immortal trade fair was indeed the right decision. Otherwise, how could he have stumbled upon someone selling congenital purple qi, such a mysterious affair, and even succeeded in bidding for it?
Half a month had passed before he knew it.
The auction stage of the trade fair gradually moved toward the end.
On the meditation cushion.
"Alas,"
Zhang Jing sighed.
Among the many treasures up for auction, not a single one was a higher-grade congenital divine object, which truly surprised him.
"I've underestimated the rarity of high-level congenital divine objects."
"Miscalculated, indeed,"
He shook his head with a hint of bitter smile on his face.
But at that moment.
