Many people glanced at the black-robed figure in the bamboo hat who had spoken. They all shook their heads, their expressions a mixture of surprise and, for many, thinly veiled ridicule.
There's no talking sense into someone who's looking for trouble.
They had made the situation perfectly clear, and even the organizers had tacitly confirmed it. It was as much as one could do.
'And yet, someone still wants to jump into this fiery pit… Tsk, tsk. More Spirit Stones than sense.'
Just as expected, all the other "smart" people kept their mouths shut and made no further bids.
"Seventy once, seventy twice, sold for seventy! Congratulations to this Fellow Daoist for winning the bid on the roots of the Nine-leaf Purple Ginseng!"
With the auctioneer's announcement, Lin Changheng won the item.
He didn't linger, heading directly to a small room on the side to pay the Spirit Stones and collect the item before making his way out.
