"Ow, isn't that so!" Xiao Hua groaned. "Damn it, this pack of sanctimonious scum is conducting such a vicious deal here. If I don't take part and insist on being some untainted lotus rising from the mud, how can they... how can they rest easy? Even two cultivators from some sect fighting over one storage bag would be safer than me!!!"
"Have you thought it through, Fellow Daoist?" Bai Xing seized the chance to ask again.
"What about the cultivator who came with this poor Daoist earlier?" Xiao Hua asked coldly. "He did not haggle over anything, did he?"
"Hehe, Fellow Daoist, please do not compare yourself to that senior!" Bai Xing said with a smile. "My tiger talismans are all recorded. Who receives one, and to whom that person gives it afterward, can all be traced! I do not know who that senior is, but I do know the tiger talisman he used! Besides, even if we cannot find your trail through the tiger talisman, you came to my Xuntian Tea House in defiance of the ban. If I ask someone to check with the patrolling Xuntian City guards... surely we can find where you have been, right?"
"Are you forcing this old man to kill you?" Xiao Hua asked coldly.
Bai Xing was utterly unafraid. Cupping his hands, he said, "Fellow Daoist, I am in business. I value harmony bringing wealth—how could I quarrel with you? These are simply the rules. To be honest, if you do not take this storage bag, all the cultivators upstairs will certainly make things difficult for me. Please take pity on me, Senior!"
Though Bai Xing spoke of pity, there was not the slightest pitiful look on his face. He was utterly certain that Xiao Hua would pay Spirit Stones for the