C566 A Prodigal Son

Following Wen Yuan's thirty thousand gold coins exit, the auction hall suddenly fell into silence.

Wen Yuan heaved a sigh of relief. Thirty thousand gold coins was his estimated value. With such a price, it shouldn't be a problem to buy a first grade pill. The silent auction venue seemed to prove Wen Yuan's guess.

Even though there were still a few people who were still hesitating. However