On the seventh-floor pavilion, a person spoke lazily, "In that case, I'll join in as well. I'll add another five hundred."
The green-clothed cultivator sneered coldly, seemingly determined to acquire the mystical artifact, and said without hesitation, "I'll add a thousand more!"
The female attendant trembled with excitement and immediately screamed, "Four thousand!"
This time, the two others did not continue to compete with her, as they both seemed to believe the price was too high. They remained silent, leaving the damaged mystical artifact to be purchased by the green-clothed cultivator for the sum of four thousand Spiritual Shells.
That amount was indeed not insignificant, but with Zhang Yan's two prior bids having already caused much astonishment, the crowd had grown used to it, and this instance did not trigger much of a stir.
