"Six and a half."
The slender, middle-aged man raised the price.
"Seven."
The burly, imposing man raised his bid.
"Eight."
Fang Han gritted his teeth and raised the bid.
This was all the Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures he could use, aside from a few extremely precious ones.
Fortunately, this was a very high price, already beyond what anyone else could afford.
The burly man from before opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't raise the bid again. He shook his head and sat back in his chair.
The slender, middle-aged man also lowered his folding fan, no longer bidding.
The auctioneer called out three times. With no other bids, he brought the hammer down.
"Sold! These incomplete Mid-grade Realm Martial Arts go to the honored guest in private room number three."
He raised his gaze and looked toward Fang Han's private room, giving a slight nod.
