Yang Qing's blood, which had been slowly simmering at the thoughts of everything he had endured, quickly cooled at the sound of Li Gang's voice as he opened the bid for the silver ice tear guava. And just like before, it was set at ten thousand lesser jade crystals, which, as much as Yang Qing was a content ascetic monk at the moment, stirred some tempting thoughts in his heart and brought a smile to his face.
Just as Yang Qing was about to 'exorcise' those wayward thoughts, his actions were paused as his old, very, very dear friend Tang Xiadan did what very, very dear friends did (unlike that Formation Hall former classmate traitor) and put a bid in. It was exactly the same bid as before: thirty-five thousand lesser dragon jade crystals.
