"Zhao, what's the report?" A cold voice questioned, sitting cross-legged.
Mr. Zhao had his head lowered in reverence, eyes fixated on the ground as he prepared to reply.
"They had been able to settle on quite nicely."
"Shut the hell up and answer the real question directly." The voice hissed in rage, the distinctive icy blue gaze onto Zhao.
"He's contained, no sign of defiance whatsoever." Mr. Zhao finally corrected it.
"I would need to reveal my identity, soon enough." The voice snickered.
"Master..." Mr. Zhao shook his head, fearful about the consequences, the few that knew of his identity, the better.
"I have been curious about Nix, he had not directly engaged in a battle using the full force of his gift," The master smiled with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Leaning forward so that his elbows laid on his thighs, he clasped his hands together and placed his chin on them.
"It would be fun to watch him, won't it?"
