The crowd was abuzz, with everyone looking at Chen Si as if they were watching a spendthrift squandering his fortune; however, nobody voiced a reminder.
"Guo Chuyun, look..." Hearing Chen Si call out the high price of one million, Little Demon nearly fainted from excitement, feeling as if happiness had come too suddenly.
Guo Chuyun listened but showed no reaction. He knew that the raw stone contained about one jin of Blood Jade. If it were priced according to the market twenty years ago, Chen Si's one million was simply not enough.
Moreover, twenty years had passed since then, and Blood Jade had long become priceless. How could he possibly care about Chen Si's offer?