"Yes."
In a private room of the Secret Pavilion, a young man dressed in a purple robe was sprawled languidly on a chaise longue, his peach blossom eyes slightly squinting. Hearing Qu Yaoyao's words, his eyes opened then narrowed again, muttering, "A tied-up auction? Quite intriguing."
Another youth was staring at the reclining person: It was indeed intriguing, but it would have been even better if the person lying down were him.
"Alright, we are now beginning the final auction, four Marrow-Cleansing Pills, starting bid 4 million, each increase must be no less than 200,000." Qu Yaoyao tapped the gavel.
Dugu Qianye in his own room, watching the nearly mad scene outside. Sigh, if they knew that the people from the Mo Residence in Qifeng City had all taken Marrow-Cleansing Pills, I wonder if they would still be this crazy. Hmm, they would probably chase after her frantically.