Shen Tianyu slammed his hand onto the armrest. "One hundred and ten—"
"Young Master," the elderly advisor beside him interrupted, pressing a hand onto his shoulder. "Please, calm yourself. We cannot waste more on an unverified item. The true treasures are yet to come. We must conserve our money."
Shen Tianyu gritted his teeth, his knuckles turning white as he held the token. He stared at the window of Room Nine with a burning resentment, but he knew the elder was right. With a furious scoff, he threw the token onto the table.
"I will remember this," Shen Tianyu gritted, his voice dripping with anger.
"One hundred thousand spirit stones, going once," Elder Feng said, raising the gavel. "Going twice."
*Bang!*
"Sold to Room Nine," Elder Feng announced.
Su Ming sat back in his chair. He had secured the slip, but his brow remained slightly furrowed. He had taken a high-risk gamble, and he would have to wait until he returned to his peak to see if it would pay off.
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