"I don't have any secret stash of gold," Gong Yun glared angrily.
"Anyway, I must take one bottle back today, you'll see to it," the Empress huffed twice.
Lan Jianghong's spiritual power was waning with age, and she feared that one day, even the Alchemist Association would be unable to produce Special-grade potions. What then of Yuting?
The auctioneer tantalized the audience then began the first round of bidding.
The starting bid was 5 million, with each increase no less than 100,000.
The bidding for this item was evidently more frequent than any other before, and everyone in the room was ecstatic.
"5.1 million."
"5.2 million."
"5.5 million."
"6 million."
...
"10 million."
The price quickly hit 10 million, and nearly everyone in the main hall had ceased bidding.
Even when it soared past 15 million, there were still about a dozen people bidding.
The crowd in the hall held their breath in concentration, quietly watching the masters compete, awaiting the final result.
