C90

"A thousand primeval stones!"

A domineering voice sounded from the room and was transmitted to the auction hall outside.

This voice sounded a little familiar, and after Mu Lingfeng heard it, he guessed who the speaker was and another voice appeared.

"Truly shameful. No matter what, it's still considered the young master of the Drifting Snow Mansion, why is he so poor? Such a precious thing