The Truth Of The Black Blood

Adding 1 Black Sea coin was not the problem. Tang Ling would increase by half a coin if it was useful.

He had totally forgotten that he was a 'wealthy noble', so all he did was bid again and again with every bid being only 1 coin higher than the last bid. It felt dull and boring after a while.

Tang Ling did not care about the floor price in his heart because he knew he had to buy the vial of black blood no matter what. After all, he was the little seed's father, and as a father, while he could fail, he could not do something half-heartedly.

Draconic Twelve's floor price was 20,000 Black Sea coins on the dot. Anything more than that and he would give up.

Tang Long was having a hard time watching the bidding war. What was wrong with the guy on the first floor? 

He wanted to tell Draconic Twelve to continue bidding, but the latter shook his head and thanked Tang Long for his kindness.