Ning Susu pressed her bidding paddle without the slightest hesitation, and her clear voice rang through the auction hall. "Two thousand five hundred!"
"Three thousand." An old man in gray robes stroked his beard, raising the bid unhurriedly.
"Three thousand five hundred!" A young man with a long sword at his waist called out loudly, his eyes locked firmly on the Ice Soul Spirit Silk on the stage.
Chapter 104