"That is an interesting fruit, even by my standards; Am I to assume that my daughter's recent increase in strength is related to this fruit? " Showing a very brief hint of surprise in his eyes, Miao Taolong expressed a fairly accurate conjecture with the same flat tone of voice that he had used since they started the conversation.
Likewise, Desmond responded with the same serious and slightly playful tone that was so characteristic of his part: "A rather acute observation, I assumed that even someone of your status would find this little treasure quite satisfactory."
"And you are not wrong, it is enough of a reason for your life to stop being at stake for the death of Feng Sho" Miao Taolong replied still trying to establish dominance and control over the conversation through fear while the pressure emanating from his body strengthened for an instant before fading.
