The Night Pearl in Yun Wanrou's hands shone with a rich jade-green luster.
It was large, smooth, and beautiful. Even more importantly, its value was terrifying.
Compared to it, Bai Lingling's tiny broken seashell looked so miserable that it practically gave off the feeling of begging for food by the roadside.
The difference was too obvious.
The Night Pearl's volume alone was already larger than Bai Lingling's entire seashell.
Under such circumstances, even if Bai Lingling somehow got another Moon-Clear Pearl, she still could not compare in size or price.
The winner seemed obvious.
No, to the crowd, the winner was already obvious.
They all looked at Yun Wanrou with admiration, and when they looked at Bai Lingling, their expressions were full of that ugly excitement people only had when they were waiting to watch someone fail badly.
