Xylia Pill

Seventy-seven thousand Lower-Grade Spirit Stones!"

Dugu Chen declared, his voice echoing through the auction hall.

The crowd gasped. The price had skyrocketed in a matter of minutes, far exceeding anyone's initial expectations. All eyes turned towards Room Sixty-One, wondering who this determined bidder might be.

Xiaoli, a playful glint in her eyes, reveled in the unexpected bidding war.

"Seventy-seven thousand Lower-Grade Spirit Stones offered by Room Sixty-One!  Is there anyone else willing to challenge this extravagant bid for the Wobbly Wombat Wine?"

she announced, her voice dripping with excitement.

"haha.."

"The true worth of an item lies not on its price tag, but in the venue where you can sell it," Chen Yang mused.

"And what loosens purse strings faster than a room full of flashy, newly wealthy buyers? Just gotta find the fanciest auction house."

He concluded with a sly grin.

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