Lin Hao's relaxed and casual words spilled out, one by one, and as the sound spread, it reached every corner of the auction hall.
When his last word fell.
Whether it was Lan Yue's Yuxue, the elites in the main hall, or the honorable upper-class individuals in the private boxes, all were plunged into a brief silence.
Even the three generations of the Yu Family, led by Yu Shilong, were slightly dumbfounded.
The only one who had no reaction was Nangong Wan'er. Lin Hao glanced at her inadvertently, his lips slightly upturned, but he said nothing more.
In the Emperor Level private box, Yi Lingchuan's face instantly darkened.
After a long while, a burst of surprise finally erupted from the crowd:
"Is that the Hundred Year Ice Mountain Snow Lotus?!"
"The Hundred Year Ice Mountain Snow Lotus? Is it real?"
"If it really is a century old, 150 million is a steal. Such an item is a rare treasure."
Voices rose and fell in succession.
