At this moment, Lin Tianming, despite his covetous desire, was powerless.
He had a very limited number of spirit stones on him, and should he succeed in acquiring this item, he would become the target of envy for all cultivators.
Among these bidding cultivators, there were surely many desperate individuals; facing their open attacks and hidden threats, he feared it would be difficult to safely return it to his clan.
In such a situation, he could only stand by and watch as those frenzied cultivators vied for the Blood Crow Grass.
In the venue, a bid had barely been announced when it was immediately replaced by a new one; the price of the Blood Crow Grass continued to climb, easily reaching as much as 140,000.
Lin Tianming and Qin Xi watched, their blood boiling with excitement, unable to help but curse inwardly, "Are these people insane, do they think spirit stones are carried in by the wind!"
