บท 771: Men Die for Money and Birds Die for Food

On the auction stage, a middle-aged man in a brocade robe boomed, a smile on his face, "The guest in VIP Room 5 bid 3.5 billion Upper Spiritual Stones. Is there anyone willing to bid a higher price?"

Silence filled the auction room. The middle-aged man repeated himself thrice but received no response. It was then that the auction hammer finally fell.

"Congratulations to the guest in Room 5! This Supreme Stove is now yours!"

The auctioneer announced loudly as his gaze swept the venue, "Today's auction is over. All guests who have won Stoves, please come with me to collect them after paying with Spiritual Stones!"

As the middle-aged man in brocade robe finished speaking, several martial artists began to leave.

However, Su Mo remained, his gaze fixated on Hong Qingxuan who was being led away. He resigned himself to this situation.

Su Mo turned to look in the direction of the upper VIP rooms, and soon saw the people in Room 5 coming out.