...

A jumble of memories flashed through Qin Sheng's mind. Gazing at the ethereal beauty before her, she remained lost in thought for a long time.

"It's you..."

Fu Jingheng smiled and ruffled her hair: "Finally remembered?"

"You have a terrible memory."

Qin Sheng felt a tightness in her throat. She wanted to say no, but the words that came out were: "Yeah, it's pretty bad."

It seems that Fu Jingheng's initial bid of ten million scared off the others, as no one else followed suit, and soon a staff member brought the prayer beads to Fu Jingheng.

Fu Jingheng took the prayer beads and placed them in Qin Sheng's hand, smiling, "Don't lose them this time."

Qin Sheng stared at the golden bead in her hand for a long time before agreeing, "Okay."

This was the luck and hope she had lost for two years, and she was determined not to lose it again.

The auction is still ongoing.

After several paintings and calligraphy works, Qin Sheng finally got what she wanted—the Peiyuan Grass.

Qin Sheng sensed that the medicinal herb was about fifty years old and had good medicinal properties. Most importantly, although the spiritual energy emanating from this Qi-cultivating herb was thin, it was indeed present.

Although it's not as good as Scrophularia, with this Nourishing Grass, her injuries can be healed by 20-30%, and at least she doesn't have to worry about falling into a deep sleep again.

Qin Sheng quoted a price directly: "Three million."

The price was three times higher than the starting bid. Many people looked in the direction of the voice and soon recognized her, their faces showing strange expressions.

It was her...

Suddenly remembering something, everyone subconsciously turned to look at the two people on the other side.