Princess Chu Ci

'What a bunch of rich people…. Back when I was at the Qing-Yun Sect, the number of people who could take out a hundred high-grade Spirit Stones wasn't high at all….' Fang Xing sighed. This group of elites wasn't composed of ordinary people; all of them had been fostered by their clans through the use of large amounts of resources. Each of them were pampered and lavishly treasured by their clan far, far more than he'd been….

When Fang Xing saw both of them offer a hundred high-grade Spirit Stones, he pointed to the words on the flag and smiled. "The rules are written very clearly in this beautiful handwriting: the highest bidder wins. A hundred high-grade Spirit Stones won't be enough if both of you make the same offer. Whoever pays the higher price gets it!"

This left both of them surprised before the one on the left suddenly chimed in, "Brother, you first!"