Liu Ming glanced at the man and knew he stood no chance at all, the bidding had only just begun, and without immensely deep pockets, success was impossible.
He, on the other hand, was calm, knowing the millions of spiritual stones he had were not even enough to buy a corner of the small knife; at this moment, he stayed merely to enjoy the excitement.
"Four million six hundred thousand!" From a private box on the second floor east side, after shouting out this bid, the loose cultivator youth deflated like a punctured ball, slumping down completely, clearly four million five hundred thousand was his absolute limit.
"Four million eight hundred thousand!" Someone from another private box immediately upped the bid by two hundred thousand.
"Five million spiritual stones!"
"Five million and two hundred thousand!"
Before long, the bidders on the ground floor fell silent one after another; now, only those in the second floor's private boxes were still bidding.
