The Qi Condensing Herb, although very rare, was inflating in price at an abnormal rate.
Now that the price had skyrocketed to 5000 taels of gold, the other attendees suddenly lost their desire to continue bidding.
In a moment, it was essentially just Hua Qianwu who kept calling out bids.
"I bid, 6000 taels of gold."
Immediately thereafter, the man in white seated in the corner once again raised his placard.
"I bid, 10 thousand taels of gold."
After speaking, he turned his head to look in Hua Qianwu's direction, revealing a disdainful smile.
That hostile gaze immediately made Hua Qianwu feel uncomfortable.
It seemed this fellow was deliberately antagonizing her.
Yet, she did not recognize him at all!
Hua Qianwu's heart was filled with murmurs, while the crowd had already been frightened into a buzzing chatter by the price.
"Good heavens, am I hearing this right, a direct jump to 10 thousand taels of gold, is this herb made of gold?"
