The seed whose survival is unknown, spending thirteen thousand Spirit Stones to bid, is obviously not worth it. Even Room 70 and Room 80 fell silent for a moment.
Just when Fu Changsheng thought victory was within his grasp.
The voice of the old woman in Room 80 rang out again:
"One thousand three hundred and fifty!"
"Young man, this Celestial Silkworm Fruit Seed won't survive under your care. How about selling it to me, Fairy Yun, as a favor?"
These words caused.
Master Qin's face to reveal a noticeable trace of displeasure.
Fairy Yun is known in Jingzhou as a Tier Four Spirit Plant Grandmaster, letting go of this Celestial Silkworm Fruit Seed and gaining one favor from her is clearly a good trade.
At least.
The elder in Room 70 didn't speak again.
