"This meeting has to do with your daughter courting my precious child?" Duke Peterlor drummed his fingers on the table with a steady rhythm as he spoke.
"You are quite the straightforward man," Concubine Sisrelis took another sip of wine and felt the cool liquid run down her throat smoothly.
It was clearly an expensive mixture inside the wine bottle made from rare and exotic fruits.
"Why bother with a facade?" Rokan smiled with confidence.
Concubine Sisrelis was almost amused by the nature of the youngest god cultivator in the Federation's history.
All of her meetings with other nobles in the past were nothing more than tiring affairs where no one spoke as openly as the duke.
Everyone wore masks to conceal their true thoughts and their words were nothing more than thinly disguised weapons.
The concubine knew that was useless to verbally probe the other party, so she just held up two fingers and got straight to the point.
