The several-yard-tall drum had already been taken down early.
Atop the central high stage, the emcee grabbed the gong mallet and took a big swing, the gong's sound resounding in the ears.
"Heavenly Dragon Gold! A material for Mystical Troops, sixty-eight thousand taels, sold!"
What the heck?
The first auction item sold for small fortune?
Xu Zishuai craned his neck, looking at the dark gold block on the red lacquer tray.
The so-called Heavenly Dragon Gold, a material for Mystical Troops, was merely the size of a thumb or even half a thumb—one has to be frugal even when using it to make a nail clipper.
"Senior Brother Lu, is Heavenly Dragon Gold really that expensive?"
"As it's called a material for Mystical Troops, naturally the price is steep," Lu Gang nodded, "Remember the Ink Dragon Gold you previously used to supplement your Fubo? They accompany each other in existence, except Heavenly Dragon Gold is a notch above."
Liang Qu sat up straight.
