"Ye Han made another bid."
At this moment, the purple-robed youth indeed did not bid again. Instead, he wrapped his arms around the woman beside him and let out a lewd laugh.
In the end, Ye Han successfully won the treasure. The moment the crystal ball landed in his palm, a scorching sensation radiated from it. Its surface was wrapped in ancient talismans, pulsing with obscure fluctuations.
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