One Billion and Two Hundred Million Upper-grade Yuan Stones

This time, Jiang Moliang didn't ignore what he had said. She didn't think it funny, either.

They were sitting close enough for her to perceive the coldness deep in Jiang Chen's eyes.

As a Celestial Venerable, she couldn't help but recoil in shock.

When she had come to herself, Jiang Chen had looked away. He was looking at the stage.

Jiang Moliang snorted. She stopped arguing.

Jiang Chen's reaction made her realize this Young Master Wind, whose origin was a mystery, wasn't a person easy to deal with.

"Glad to see you in the monthly Treasure Auction again. Although we won't have ten thousand treasures here, I guarantee you won't feel disappointed."

The host of the auction was a pretty woman.

She was not only pretty, but also a Celestial Venerable. Otherwise, she wouldn't have got the opportunity to stand before so many big shots.

She reminded Jiang Chen of Yin Shuang, who was also very good at hosting.