Spirit of Grass and Wood

Within a billion, it was all worth it.

Jian Wushuang wasn't in a hurry to bid. He hadn't anticipated such fierce competition, but fortunately, he had plenty of godstones.

Once the price reached eight billion, the voices became sparse. Each subsequent bid increased by around 20 million.

"1 billion!" Jian Wushuang made his bid.

A bold move!

As expected, the clamor of competition diminished. Just as Nalan Ci was about to declare the winner, a voice echoed in the hall.

"1.8 billion!"

Jian Wushuang furrowed his brows, nearly letting out a curse.

An eight-billion increase in a single bid—that was a substantial amount of godstones!

Moreover, the bidder was among the strong figures in the hall. The strongest in the hall was only a tier 4 Emperor. Did he really have that much money?

Jian Wushuang's voice deepened. "Someone!"

Shortly after, an elderly man arrived, an Emperor from the Heavenly Court.