"Have you made up your minds?"
At that moment, impatience deepened between the beautiful, cold-eyed woman's brows. "Don't fail to appreciate a kindness. Cultivation resources are scarce in the True Realm these days. A hundred Immortal Stones is no small sum. Keeping this body is useless to you. Your skills are nowhere near enough to refine it, so all you can do is let it rot. What a waste."
"Would you use your own family's bones to refine pills?"
Feng Boping asked coldly, his face ashen.
The cold beauty's colorful skirt fluttered gently, as airy as her expression, though her eyes remained icy. "If their bodies had effects like this one, I would have smashed them up and made soup long ago!"
Feng Boping and the others' eyelids twitched at those words. Instead, they found themselves speechless. They had seen ruthless people before, but never anyone this ruthless.
Still, they had no intention of competing with her in cruelty. Feng Boping said gravely:
"You are you, and we are us. Even if you offered a thousand Immortal Stones, or ten thousand, we would not sell. Nor should you try to seize him. He is the strongest in our Heavenly Realms, worshipped by countless people. If you take him by force, countless people throughout our Heavenly Realms will spit on your names."
"Spit on our names? What good would that do?"
The Silver-Robed Youth sneered.
Feng Boping fell silent for a moment, then said, "I know it would do no good. But I thought you might have some shame."
"Are you courting death?!"
The Silver-Robed Youth immediately flared with anger.
"It seems you refuse to see reason. In that case, don't blame us for showing no mercy. We gave you a chance, and you wasted it."
The cold beauty shook her