Money was not a problem. The problem was whether it was worth it to offend an earth-rank master.
It was obvious that the Dust of Concealed Light was just an ordinary mystic-rank resource. The only special thing about it was the dual elements of light and earth. However, for an earth-rank master, this kind of resource was not rare at all. Let alone dual elements, even the rarer three or four elements could be found with time.
Why would this earth-rank master be so interested in this mystic-rank resource?
Did it have any value that they did not know about?
After bidding 12 million, the frivolous earth-rank couldn't help but be cautious. For an ordinary earth-rank, tens of millions of fallen coins was a large amount of money.
Lin Xuan did not bid immediately. Instead, he was waiting for the auctioneer to strike the second hammer.
"Twelve million going once!"
"Twelve million going twice!"
"Eh? Why did he stop bidding?"