Ghost Aversion was stunned and somewhat embarrassed. Fortunately, his skin was astonishingly thick. He suppressed his thoughts and looked again, sure enough discovering something unusual.
He was a man with some self-awareness. He knew that he was the sort born evil, cold and merciless, filled with nothing but possessiveness and the urge to destroy when it came to beautiful women, without the slightest attempt to conceal it. As a result, any woman with even a little cultivation found it deeply uncomfortable to be around him.
This was a resonance of aura and intent, something not swayed by will. Yet this one before him, from beginning to end, had not ignored him—she had simply shown no reaction whatsoever.
On that point alone, Ghost Aversion believed her ninety percent. Yet he was also astonished. What method was this? The other party had stated it plainly, but he still could not see through her at all.
He carefully examined the puppet. Its flesh was delicate, comparable to fine jade, yet naturally formed, without the slightest trace of wood or stone grain. To call it craftsmanship that stole the work of Heaven would not be an exaggeration.
For a moment, he had no answer. Yet the other party gave him no face at all, stabbing another knife into his wound. "It is also because the guest's reputation precedes him, and we did not wish for anything unpleasant to happen. Since this is a transaction, it is better to be frank with one another. Please forgive us, guest."
I'm already extremely unhappy, all right?!
Ghost Aversion's expression turned exceedingly ugly. He was fairly accustomed to his reputation of God Detests, Ghost Aversion. What irritated him was the other party's seemingly polite but truly arrogant attitude. More importantly, his identity had been exposed, which meant that