Winning The Bid

In a private room, A group of people sat inside.

Among them, a middle-aged man was slowly sipping his tea. His face was very calm as if he was an extraordinary being that was above all.

"Mansion Lord, although our Earth Fiend Manor is rich, we can't be so wasteful. Also, in our eyes, that Weapon Grandmaster Ghost Hand's ability is nothing, why are you wasting time and money bidding for such a useless thing like the Ghost Hand Jade Plate?"

A few people were standing opposite of him. One of them, an old man, had a helpless expression on his face. He could not help but speak to the middle-aged man.

"Hehe... It doesn't matter. I just can't stand a tiny Dragon Pavilion's arrogant people. Does he think that he is a True Dragon just because he has a dragon's bloodline? There is no need to worry. I believe that he is not the only one who has taken a fancy to that Ghost Hand Jade Plate."

"What if no one has taken a fancy to it?" The old man said helplessly.