Chen Xiao saw that the people sitting below them were shaken by the bidding price, and laughed as he said to Wang Tong, “Five million low grade-eight spirit stones have already scared them so much. Didn’t I already say that the God King’s Buddha Pellet and Buddha Paste are not something that people of lower status and characters could afford.”

Wang Tong smiled. “It’s time we make a bid.”

A meaningful smile flashed over Chen Xiao’s face as he said, “Let me act on behalf of Young Lord Wang for this small task.”

“Fine, these people recognize your voice, and my voice is not necessarily more useful than yours.” Wang Tong agreed.

Chen Xiao said some perfunctory words, and then leisurely shouted, “5.1 million low grade-eight spirit stones.”

The slightly astonished and rowdy crowd quieted down at the fall of Chen Xiao's voice. 

"It's the Venerable Buddha Sect Chief Chen Xiao!...