Feeling tears stream down her cheeks, Guang Xuanji quickly wiped them away. For so many years, she had built layer upon layer of protection around herself, never revealing a trace of her true feelings to anyone—except for Qing Zhu.
"Seventy thousand," she called out, her voice cold. She had to have this guqin, no matter the cost.
Hearing Guang Xuanji's new bid, Lin Yun calmly took a sip of tea and said nonchalantly, "Seventy-one thousand."
"Eighty thousand," Guang Xuanji called out.
"Eighty-one thousand."
"Ninety thousand."
"Ninety-one thousand."
"One hundred thousand."
For a single Celestial Spirit Soldier, Guang Xuanji had directly raised the bid to the high price of one hundred thousand Middle Grade Primordial Stones. This price had far surpassed the guqin's actual value. By now, not just the auction's host, but everyone present knew that the people in these two private rooms were probably just bidding out of spite.
