As time slowly passed, Lin Chuan had already purchased spiritual herbs worth roughly two hundred million low-grade spirit stones. People in the black market continued to pour in like a rising tide, growing more numerous by the moment.
Though the space was hardly spacious to begin with, it now looked even more crowded, yet this did not dampen anyone's enthusiasm in the slightest. The air was thick with a tense yet excited atmosphere, and the mood grew increasingly heated. Every single person harbored feelings of anticipation, their gazes flashing with a hungry yearning as they anxiously awaited the midnight auction, hoping to secure their favorite treasures in this event full of opportunity and challenge.
Lin Chuan was no exception. He stood quietly within the crowd, his eyes similarly filled with expectation. However, unlike the others, he was not affected by the surrounding commotion. He calmly observed everything around him, searching for a quiet corner. Finally, in an unobtrusive spot, he discovered a relatively serene area. He walked over slowly, pressed his back against the wall, and quietly waited for the auction to begin.
Chapter 138