"Fifty million?!"
At this moment, whether it was the Mad Taoist or Daoist He,
both of them could not help but frown.
Clearly, the bid from Mo Wangchen had shaken them internally.
The price was obviously not something that just anyone could casually call out.
Even for the two of them, the number of Spirit Stones they carried was nearly the same amount.
"Young friend, you really spend generously. I'm becoming more and more curious about your identity,"
the Mad Taoist laughed heartily and spoke again, "This time I didn't bring many Spirit Stones with me, so my bid is fifty-two million Spirit Stones. If the young friend can offer a higher price than this, then it seems I'm destined to miss out on the Four-Leaf Ginseng."
Hearing this, everyone fell silent; fifty-two million was already considered a sky-high price.
