Whether it was the Little Taoist or Qin Hao, both got what they wanted.
Both were very happy, and they found each other much more agreeable.
"Brother, what's your name?" Qin Hao asked via sound transmission.
Up until now, he still didn't know the other party's name.
"Dao Qing."
The Little Taoist replied, smiling, looking at Qin Hao with eyes that sparkled.
He didn't resemble a Little Taoist at all; he looked just like a merchant from the mundane world, seeing something precious.
"Nice name, but it doesn't fit your appearance at all. I thought your name would be Little Fatty."
Qin Hao laughed as he teased the other.
"Am I proud because I'm fat?" The Little Taoist replied pridefully, questioning Qin Hao.
Qin Hao: "..."
The final auction item was brought out, a woman of exceptional beauty.
She walked onto the stage with a cold expression, emotionless eyes. Although a prisoner, it was clear she was an extremely proud woman.
