The wooden dish shone with a fiery-red flying sword, three feet in length, its blade pulsating with a spiritual light, exceptionally extraordinary.
The elder picked up the flying sword, and as mana surged through it, sharp sword light flickered in and out of existence in the void, with waves of heat rising from the blade, causing the surrounding air to grow somewhat dry and hot.
"This sword was refined by a second-rank Artifact Refiner, Master Gong; it has reached the upper limits of a first-rank high-quality flying sword. Everyone can see its effects for themselves."
No sooner had the elder's voice fallen than the atmosphere in the room heated up instantly.
"One thousand eight hundred spirit stones."
"Two thousand spirit stones."
...
"Two thousand five hundred spirit stones."
Quickly, the price soared, only cooling down when a middle-aged man bid two thousand five hundred spirit stones.
The elder on stage was quite pleased with the situation.