Yang Fan did not bother to check if the old man was going to raise his paddle; he simply bid two billion on his own.
Of course, there was a method to his madness. The Shenwu Sect was prestigious enough, and its two main factions had amassed countless riches, so their financial standing was beyond doubt. If Yang Fan had nudged the price up bit by bit, the old man likely would have kept bidding even past ten billion. He had no choice but to bet big, overwhelming his opponent with sheer bravado.
"What the hell? The Ninth Elder hasn't even bid yet, and he’s already called out two billion himself? Is he insane?"
Chapter 101