"Huh?"
At this moment, in a seat in the hall, a slovenly old man with greasy stains all over him, his arm draped around a seductive beauty, furrowed his brows.
"Sir, that guy just raised the bid by a million. Let's not up the bid anymore!"
The woman pleaded pitifully, appearing as though she was on the verge of tears.
"Hmph, a mere million isn't something I lack. If it wasn't so troublesome, I could even take you to a higher level suite."
"Ten million!"
The old man shot out a price, startling all the cultivators in the hall.
If the person in the box raised by a million, it was understandable. But this man raises it by four million at once. One wonders if he really has that kind of money. If he doesn't have it when the time comes, he will have to face the terror of the Wang family.
Ye Feng raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised. Given the man's cultivation level, he shouldn't need such a thing.
"Twenty million!"
However, he also raises the bid again.
"Fifty million!"