"Damn, six hundred thousand! Senior, should we bid?" Xing Shan exclaimed exaggeratedly, then turned to look at Lin Tian. Six hundred thousand was already an astronomical price for him.
"No rush, let me see who's bidding." Lin Tian walked to the window, looked through the bead curtain, and glanced at the box from where the voice came.
A white figure vaguely stood behind the bead curtain, her face unclear, but Lin Tian already knew who she was—Tang Ziqing from Qingshuang Pavilion. The special material of Qingshuang Pavilion's ice silk dress was unforgettable once seen.
"Forget it, let's not bid." Lin Tian withdrew his gaze, speaking indifferently.
Xing Shan glanced at the mask on Lin Tian's face but couldn't see the expression. He asked a bit puzzledly, "Senior seemed interested in the Purple Lotus Root earlier, why not now?"
