"Yes."
In the private room of the Secret Pavilion, a young man clad in a purple robe lounged on a chaise longue, his peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed. Upon hearing Qu Yaoyao's words, his eyes opened briefly before narrowing again as he muttered, "A tied auction? Sounds interesting."
Another youth kept staring at the reclining man: it was indeed interesting, but it would be even better if he were the one lying there.
"Alright, now we begin the final auction, 4 Marrow-Cleansing Pills, starting at 4 million, with each bid increment not less than 200,000." Qu Yaoyao tapped her little gavel.
Dugu Qianye, in his room, watched the nearly frantic scene outside. Sigh, if only they knew that everyone from the Mo Residence in Qifeng City had consumed Marrow-Cleansing Pills, he wondered if they would still be this crazy. Hmm, they would probably investigate her like mad.
