"Thirteen hundred top-grade Spirit Stones—I've been managing the treasury of Sikong Mansion for decades, and I've seldom seen such a large expenditure. Usually, it's a collective action, but for one person to use so much, heh…"
Judge Wan didn't immediately start writing; instead, he looked at him meaningfully.
What did that laugh mean? Hou Niao didn't know, but he knew that Judge Wan, nicknamed Wan Yidao, was ruthless when it came to budget reimbursements—a clean cut through everything, no leniency; hence, the previous four Golden Core cultivators each had two hundred Spirit Stones slashed by him. This Judge, as the main authority, would have a much sharper blade than the others.
"The underground forces in Jianye knew I was in a hurry, so they made a huge demand. You also know the market—it was like asking for blood money. Everyone has heard the news by now; two of their men couldn't escape—one died, the other was crippled…
