Finally, Jiang Beiran secured the Cloudmist Flower by directly offering four True Origin Pills and two Wood Spirit Stones—a slightly cheaper deal than when he obtained the Hundred-Zhang Ice Silk earlier.
"Huff..."
Though he kept telling himself to stay calm, Wu Qingce still found himself panting heavily after another round of bidding. Shaking his head, Jiang Beiran turned to Wu Qingce, who had just sat back down, and sighed, "Ah, your mental fortitude... What's there to panic about?
If we were to sell that Thunderflame Body Tempering Pill I made you swallow last time, it'd fetch at least fifty mid-grade Spirit Stones."
"Cough—" Wu Qingce nearly choked on the grape he had just popped into his mouth.
Thumping his chest, he stared at Jiang Beiran, about to speak, when his senior brother cut in first, "If you dare say something like 'Senior Brother, can I cough it back up and return it to you?' I'll slap you dead on the spot." Wu Qingce immediately swallowed his words and shook his head vigorously.
"I was just thinking how Senior Brother is the best at everything—truly amazing."
Jiang Beiran shook his head again and turned his attention back to the auction stage.
"Hurry up and get stronger. I’ve got plenty of good stuff waiting for you."