The series of events had quieted the atmosphere of the entire auction hall for a moment, and the white-browed elder had already returned to his languid demeanor, as if nothing had happened.
"Ahem, the bid from the friend below is 2.8 million spiritual stones for the set of Puppet armor. Is there anyone who would offer a higher price?" The fair-skinned middle-aged man, seeing the incident resolved, hastily continued to host the auction.
"Three million!" The youth in green robes in the private box looked coldly at the white-browed elder on the high stage and bid again with a sullen face.
"Three million five hundred thousand!" The purple-robed girl across was not to be outdone.
Liu Ming, upon seeing this, couldn't help but wryly smile to himself and wisely chose to remain silent.
Continuing the fight would be pointless, especially since he no longer had enough spiritual stones.