Both the interested parties in the main hall on the first floor and the major families and sects preparing to bid in the private rooms on the second floor were stunned.
The man who shouted a figure of one thousand spirit stones, Xue Mingzhi, felt his heart trembling slightly. One thousand spirit stones were almost equivalent to the price of ten magical treasures; even selling the entire Xue family wouldn't muster this many spirit stones.
If Shen Yuan hadn't deliberately asked him to bid one thousand, he would never have raised the starting price by tenfold.
With this thought, Xue Mingzhi looked at the relaxed Shen Yuan on the sofa, speaking softly:
"Sir, isn't the price of a thousand spirit stones too much?"
"I think they don't seem to have the intention of bidding; perhaps it can be won with just a hundred spirit stones for this Hehuan Bell."
Shen Yuan reached out to catch Bai Xue, who had jumped into his arms. He scratched the kitten's chin, and casually said:
