"Why didn't you try raising the bid?"
The voice of the fourth-rank woman known as Forest Bird whispered softly.
She stood beside her companion, Black Lightning Master, in an alluring and elegant posture.
A faint smile appeared on Black Lightning's face.
"I already paid something more valuable than that tool deserved," he whispered. "I'm not insane enough to do it again."
"That's what you think…"
Both Black Lightning and Forest Bird turned toward the owner of the voice.
Heavy footsteps approached.
Their owner was a massive bald man with sharp, angry eyes.
A mocking grin stretched across his face.
"So you came after all," Forest Bird whispered.
Black Lightning didn't respond immediately.
Instead, he looked toward the newcomer's robe.
Then he smiled.
"So… you joined a sect."
He stopped there without finishing the sentence.
The bald fourth-rank master wore silver robes marked with numerous cloud symbols.
