Who Said We're At a Loss?

The bid of 500 bottles of spirit light power really surprised everyone.

"Even if it's for the sake of your own club's reputation, there's no need to spend so much spirit light, right?"

"What do you know? This stone is clearly of great use to both sides."

While everyone was discussing, Lu Benwei smiled slyly and whispered a few words in Chu Yan's ear.

A moment later, Chu Yan's clear eyes flashed with a trace of slyness. She covered her face and chuckled. "Alright, I'll listen to you!"

Cong Jian looked at the two of them and asked in a cold voice, "What are you two planning?"

Lu Benwei looked at him contemptuously and said, "Senior Cong Jian, right? Are you sure you want to fight me to the end?"

Cong Jian smiled noncommittally. "What else? Do you think I'm a three-year-old child playing with sand?"

"That's good. I'll offer 550 bottles of spirit light power." Lu Benwei slyly smiled.

"600!"