"Get lost. What are you butting in for?" White Impermanence glared at him. "Didn't Yichen just say it? The customer is God. We should treat Brother Cui as we would the King of Hell."
Cui Jue immediately lifted his chin and puffed out his chest, thinking, Exactly. I'm paying, so I can buy whatever I want. Whether I use them as maids or concubines is my business. What does it have to do with you?
Then he smiled at Li Yichen. "Would a hundred beauties be difficult for you, brother? If so, fifty would do."
"A hundred isn't out of the question, but what do you plan to trade for them, brother?" Li Yichen wasn't concerned about the number. That old man had said he could take as many as he liked. What interested him now was what Cui Jue could offer.
"Exactly," White Impermanence chimed in. "Don't think you can fool him with some random junk. We'll be checking it for him."
Cui Jue flushed. He had indeed planned to fob Li Yichen off with some calligraphy, paintings, and books, but that plan had apparently gone up in smoke.
So he gritted his teeth and extended a hand, setting up a Barrier—not to block sound, but to prevent energy from leaking out.
"Judge Cui, what are you doing?" Black and White Impermanence's expressions changed at once. Dark light flashed in their hands, and the Mourning Staff appeared in White Impermanence's hand while the Soul-Reaping Chains appeared in Black Impermanence's.
"Are you planning to kill him and steal his treasures?" White Impermanence said disdainfully. "You've picked the wrong target."
"Don't panic... put those weapons away. They're rather frightening." Cui Jue hurriedly waved his hands with a bitter smile. "Never mind Ghost Emperor Haoran, whom I wouldn't dare provoke—I couldn't even