"Why?" Clan head Kyrsun frowned, "Is our offer too little? We can always negotiate."
"It's not that." Felix smiled faintly, "I am seeking only one thing and if you can give it to me, I will assure you that the next ceremony would belong to the white clan."
"What is it?" An official asked with a pleased smile, knowing that the white clan could obtain anything in this galaxy.
"Twenty Ancestral Dragon Scales." Felix answered calmly.
The instant the words came out of his mouth, the atmosphere had gotten tense and heavy all of a sudden.
This was bound to happen when every dragon in the courtroom was eyeing Felix with a frigid stare.
"Do you think this is a game?"
Clan head Kyrsun dropped the kind facade immediately and narrowed his dreadful slits at Felix like a predator watching a tiny prey before him.
