"Yes!" Jing Yan nodded with a smile.
Mu Bing and Zhuo Liusu exchanged glances, a hint of unusual brilliance flickering in the depths of their eyes.
It was laughable that they had looked down on Jing Yan before. Could they really look down on someone who could produce fifteen million Top-grade Spirit Stones? Even core members of a First-grade force couldn't just pull out that many Top-grade Spirit Stones, could they?
At this moment, inside the auction venue, Box Number Nineteen, where Jing Yan was, had clearly caught the attention of many.
Especially the boxes with lower numbers, which were all sending subordinates to gather information.
Within Box Number One.
"Who is in Box Number Nineteen?" asked an old man with a sinister expression.
This old man had also bid against Jing Yan for the Divine Light Grass and was unhappy about not securing it.
