As a low, deep male voice called out a bid of fifteen thousand mid-grade spirit stones, the auction venue instantly fell extremely quiet. For a long time, no one followed up with a new bid.
In Private Room Number 5, a man with a slightly resolute expression stared down at the strange black stone on the platform below, a hint of greed quietly welling up in the depths of his eyes.
"A strange stone that looks like this is undoubtedly obsidian of a special material. If I can get this stone, I will definitely be able to forge even more powerful hidden weapons. I am determined to win this stone," the man muttered to himself.
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