"No need!" Just when everyone thought they could witness a perfect match, a cold voice came from the private box, An Yumei's voice, cold yet still enchanting.
Yan Yinglong's originally smiling face immediately froze, and the folding fan in his hand stopped as well, as if he had been struck deeply. He forced a twitch of his lips, revealing a slight smile, and said, "Miss An, my sincerity—"
"What I, An Yumei, need, I will buy myself!"
Pfft!
A burst of laughter arose from the crowd below. Those Spirit Gathering Realm Martial Artists, who dared not and could not afford to participate in the bidding for the Wind Spirit Fruit, could only watch and drool secretly, envying it. Now seeing Yan Yinglong get snubbed, they naturally took pleasure in his misfortune.
