Cheng Liang had already picked up the small wooden hammer, intending to make the final decision.
Unexpectedly, Mo Wangchen's voice came through, causing him to be somewhat surprised.
Obviously, the price of thirty million had reached expectations, and Cheng Liang thought that most likely no one would continue bidding.
Who could have thought, now, someone actually continued to join the bidding, competing with the Absolute Pill Pavilion.
"Thirty-one million, the guest in box number three has raised the bid to thirty-one million, is there a higher offer?"
He was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted.
"Thirty-one million?"
"Who is the person bidding?"
"Could they also be an alchemist?"
The people in the auction hall couldn't help but start discussing.
"Thirty-two million."
On the second-floor loft, after a brief silence, the elder from the Absolute Pill Pavilion bid again.
