Paper umbrellas, little wooden boats, rattle drums...
The captured rebel soldiers and generals looked at one another, utterly baffled. Compared to the furious Jiuli, they would rather stall at this woman's miscellaneous stall. Perhaps there might be a turn in their fortunes, a chance to survive.
"Enough! Cough, cough... You're a Celestial Court immortal general, aren't you? Remember this! You have no right to kill me!"
His voice was hoarse with hysterics, saliva and blood spraying everywhere.
Bai ignored him outright.
"I'm doing business and discussing a deal, so stop babbling nonsense and choose already. The Great Dao has fifty, Heaven's evolution has forty-nine. Don't say I never gave you a chance."
The captives froze, and the way they looked at the goods changed again.
Even the chief culprit was somewhat tempted.
They had no other choice. They were fish on the chopping block; for now, they could only take one step at a time.
Helplessly.
Their gazes almost unanimously passed over the paper umbrella.
The exquisitely painted pink paper umbrella did not suit their status, while the rattle drum was a child's toy. After looking back and forth, they finally fixed their eyes on the little wooden boats in the compartments. Boats carried auspicious meanings; even mortal door and window carvings often featured boats. Perhaps it represented leaving Jiuli by boat.
"The boat... I want that little boat..."
"I want a boat too..."
The rebel captives all asked for the little wooden boats.
The chief culprit, the Great General, sighed helplessly.
"I'll buy a boat as well. How do we trade?"
Strangely enough, among them was a timid little Heavenly Soldier, the sort who had always been a punching bag. For no reason at all, he thought of his virtuous wife, whom he had not seen for many years