"Sixty million!"
Cheris's voice, though soft, carried clearly throughout the entire auction hall.
The hall fell silent once again at the sound of her sweet voice.
Everyone's gaze subconsciously shifted toward the VIP box belonging to the Shaping Domain.
However, only silence emanated from that box.
The auctioneer stood center stage, his hand tightening slightly around the wooden gavel.
He took a deep breath, keeping his voice steady:
"Sixty million gold pounds! Are there any higher bids?"
No one spoke.
And no one answered.
The auctioneer's gaze swept across the floor, then over the various VIP boxes.
He knew full well it wasn't because no one had the money.
Who among the people present wasn't fabulously wealthy?
Especially those in the boxes; far too many of them could produce sixty million gold pounds.
The highest-priced item today had even gone for far more than sixty million gold pounds.
But the value of a plane varied greatly.
