The bidder was actually a green-robed youth in his twenties.
At this moment, he was sitting in a private room on the eastern side, holding a gold-painted fan with two beautiful female cultivators leaning on him, occasionally whispering softly into the youth's ear.
The tower-like burly man remained like a statue, quietly standing beside them.
"One million, one hundred and fifty thousand!" the man in blue robed glared fiercely at the direction of the private room, raising the bid.
"One million, two hundred thousand!" A sneer appeared on the face of the green-robed youth, as he snapped the fan shut with a flick of his wrist.
"One million, three hundred thousand!" The man in blue robe said between gritted teeth upon hearing this.
By now, most people in the hall were watching the bidding war with great interest as the price had clearly become a matter of contention.
"One million, four hundred thousand." The green-robed youth nonchalantly raised the bid by another hundred thousand.
