"52 thousand gold coins," someone bid immediately.
"55 thousand."
"57 thousand."
"60 thousand."
…
It was just a moment before the price rose up to 93 thousand gold coins. There were many people who wanted it, and that price was obviously not their bottom line yet. Soon, it rose up to 150 thousand.
At this price, however, there weren't a lot of people bidding anymore. It was mainly people from the wealthy families and sects fighting over it.
"200 thousand," Ye Mo called his bid.
With this, the scene fell silent. Not because the price was absurd, but because it came from a small room. It was clearly just an ordinary room.
This wasn't an issue of money anymore, it was a normal person fighting over it with the sects.
"210 thousand," someone called out from luxury room 009 with displeasure. It was a man in his 30s. How dare a nameless, sectless guy dare fight over the Earth Spirit Fruit with him?
