The moment Mei Shan concluded her introduction of the Crimson Flow Chainmail, the hall was charged with palpable excitement.
"Three hundred mid-grade spirit stones!" a sharp voice rang out from the left side of the room. The bidder was a lean cultivator clad in green robes, his expression smug as he made the opening bid.
“Five hundred mid-grade spirit stones!” came the swift counter from a rotund man seated in the middle row, his booming voice adding weight to his offer.
The hall stirred, murmurs breaking out as the price doubled almost instantly.
"Seven hundred mid-grade spirit stones," a third voice chimed in, this one calm and calculated. It belonged to a young woman seated in a private balcony, her bearing exuding noble refinement.
The sheer poise with which she spoke made others hesitate for a moment.
Yet the hesitation was short-lived.
"Nine hundred!" the green-robed cultivator declared, slamming his hand against the table.