Lin Xuan's move was undoubtedly a slap in the face to Wu Shaoyu and furthermore, to the entire Dan King Hall!
Wu Shaoyu could not tolerate this.
"Young master, it's private room number 25," said the elder in gray behind him.
"Daring to compete with me? Truly seeking death!" Wu Shaoyu sneered coldly, "Eighty thousand Spirit Stones!"
"Eighty thousand?" The crowd gasped, the bid had jumped by twenty thousand all of a sudden—they truly didn't treat Mid Grade Spirit Stones like money.
Hearing the envious voices of the crowd, Wu Shaoyu felt even better.
Lin Xuan, however, furrowed his brows; he could tell that the person who was bidding didn't actually want the material but was doing it for the sake of face.
Nevertheless, this material was very important to him, so he wasn't going to give face to anyone.
"One hundred thousand!" Lin Xuan said in a deep voice.