At this time, the entire room was silent, and all eyes were on Liang Yutian.
"Young master, you can't bid anymore!"
The steward of the Liang Family, in a low voice, cautioned, "You have already used 5,200 low-grade Spirit Stones. What if that kid sets another trap for you?"
He had figured out that Zhou Yuan didn't genuinely want the item, but was merely using the young master's hatred to fleece the Liang family's wealth.
Liang Yutian muttered gloomily, "You mean to say I should just watch him get the Ginseng Fruit for 200 stones?"
He urgently needed that item, but the crux of the problem was that he had spent quite a sum on the first three auction items, leaving his purse embarrassingly light.
The steward realized the young master had come to his senses and mentioned this only for the sake of face, hence he said no more.
The auction house was uncomfortably quiet.
Jin Wangcai furrowed his brows; wasn't the Ginseng Fruit supposed to be a treasure contested by all major forces?