"This lady raised the bid by a million."
When Feng Chi called out, the crowd also chimed in, looking for excitement, shouting, "Continue, continue, continue!"
The Fourth Prince's lips curled, four hundred million was already his limit.
Even though he was a prince, money didn't just fall from the sky.
As the sound of Feng Chi's copper hammer echoed, he chose to give up.
In the end, the armor went to the Seventh Princess.
She happily approached and even took the initiative to kiss Long Fei, her face blooming with joy.
Growing up, it was the first time a boy spent money to give her a gift.
That feeling was utterly invigorating.
By displaying their affection in public, they aroused envy, jealousy, and hate from the crowd.
Many female cultivators' eyes shone, thinking it would be nice if their man was Long Fei.
This future Consort Prince was now the standard of a single rich bachelor.
