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In the end, the jar containing more than a thousand portions of Netherworld Yin Fiend went to Wang Yuan. The price, however, was staggering. Thirty thousand low-grade spirit stones were enough to purchase a low-grade enchanted treasure like the Mystic Flame Sword.
By all rights, it should not have cost so much. At the end of the day, it was merely a first-tier or second-tier material with limited applications. Its only advantage and also major drawback was its rarity. Its scarcity drove the price up, especially with so much of it being offered at once.
After winning the item, Wang Yuan lost interest in the rest of the auction. He was clearly itching to leave and have Luo Chen begin refining immediately, but Luo Chen held him back and continued bidding in the remaining lots.
“You still want something else?” Wang Yuan asked, puzzled.
Luo Chen pointed at a name on the catalog. “A Daoist robe?”
Wang Yuan raised a brow. “Didn’t you already spend a fortune on that Crimson Cloud Robe from Tianyi Tower? What now? You’ve got nowhere to throw your spare spirit stones, so you’re buying supreme-grade robes for variety?”
Luo Chen shook his head with a quiet laugh. Though his attire was always refined and dignified, it had nothing to do with shallow extravagance. As the leader of a society, he had to maintain appearances. He could not walk into negotiations in tatters. To do so would be disrespectful to both his peers and himself.
The same principle applied to Sima Huiniang. As a fellow pillar of the organization, she was entitled to equal courtesy.
"This robe is for Huiniang," Luo Chen explained. "She has successfully reached the Foundation Establishment Realm, and I have yet to give her a suitable gift."
Wang Yuan opened his mouth but said nothing. Instead, a soft warmth flickered in his eyes. After spending so much...
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