This was Feng Yuan's bottom line. He only had five million Low-grade Spirit Stones on hand. If Ye Qingchen raised the price again, Feng Yuan would have no choice but to ask his father for more.
What Feng Yuan didn't realize was that Ye Qingchen also had only five million Low-grade Spirit Stones. Hearing Feng Yuan's bid, Ye Qingchen frowned. If I lose this clue about Qin Yue over a lack of Spirit Stones, I'll never forgive myself.
With this in mind, Ye Qingchen turned to Liu Wan'er beside him and said, "Wan'er, I'll need to use the Spirit Stones from the auction of the Golden Star Lion King's corpse for a moment. I'll return them to you in a couple of days."
Liu Wan'er was taken aback for a moment. "Young Master Ye, you are too kind," she replied. "You were the one who slew the Golden Star Lion King. It's only right that the Spirit Stones from its sale belong to you."
Ye Qingchen nodded and made his bid, "Five million, five hundred thousand Low-grade Spirit Stones!"
