The atmosphere at the Pride Temple grew tense as the overseer made an appearance.
"Humph, five billion, this Ancestor Meat is ours at the Pride Temple." The temple overseer boasted, casting a disdainful glance over the crowd.
Enzo furrowed his brow, inwardly amused, yet outwardly feigned reluctance, "Five billion for the Ancestor Meat? I bid five billion and ten million."
The temple overseer shot Enzo a glare, "You fool, you truly know not your place. I bid six billion."
"Six billion and ten million." Enzo promptly raised his offer.
The onlookers held their breath, observing the intense bidding war, not daring to speak a word.
Matilda gazed worriedly at Enzo, "Enzo, are you truly going to challenge the Pride Temple? They are not to be trifled with."
Enzo reassured her with a comforting glance, "Rest assured, I know my limits."
Just as the bidding escalated to eight billion, Enzo abruptly ceased bidding.
