"Four hundred thousand."
Just when the bidding had almost come to a standstill, Ye Xuan's voice suddenly spread throughout the auction house.
"Ye Xuan, you..."
The Honglian Envoy looked at Ye Xuan with some confusion, not understanding why he would want to bid on this slave girl. She knew that Ye Xuan should not be that kind of person.
"I happen to need a maid to clean and cook back at my place, and this woman seems suitable for the job."
Ye Xuan simply smiled indifferently, but in reality, he had discovered something new about the slave girl.
From her, he could sense an extremely obscure fluctuation of soul power; such fluctuations could only be felt by someone whose soul power had reached the Xuan Realm or higher. Ordinary people wouldn't have the slightest awareness of it.
Even he couldn't discern the whole truth, so perhaps the slave girl wasn't as simple as the golden-robed elder had described. That was also why Ye Xuan was willing to pay a high price to win her.
