Because of the pill cauldron, Jing Hengran and Qian Zhengde's attention quickly shifted away from the top-level Marrow Recovery Pill, and they stared fixedly at the cauldron for a long time. No matter how long they stared, however, this thing no longer belonged to them, but to someone else. Thinking this, Jing Hengran sucked in a cold breath of air in pain. Still, no matter how tempted he was, he wasn't thick-skinned enough to ask for the pill cauldron back.
He made up his mind to check all the pill cauldrons in the store again. No, not just the pill cauldrons, but also all the goods in the Jing Auction House. He had to check them properly. If someone else picked up something good, he would really vomit blood.