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"Twelve million spiritual stones!" Li Huang finally made his bid, his gaze sweeping indifferently in Liu Ming's direction.
"Thirteen million."
The next moment, a faint voice offering a higher bid overshadowed the blue-robed man's call.
The speaker was not Liu Ming, but another figure in a black robe sitting in the front row, who had been silent until then.
Li Huang's face turned cold, about to erupt.
"Young Master, that man is the renowned True Pill realm demon cultivator, Old Man Jinzhu, from the Southern Barbarian Tribe. He is a figure of the same generation as the old master, and it would be wise not to offend him lightly," a burly man stepped forward from behind the blue-robed man, bending over to whisper his advice.
Hearing this, a hesitant look flashed across Li Huang's face, and after a moment, he huffed softly and sat back down.
"Fifteen million spiritual stones!"
At that moment, Liu Ming began to bid, directly raising the price by two million spiritual stones.