For years now, the Golden Crow Sect had been weeding out talents from the Flaming Lily Sect, preventing them from raising any great geniuses. It wasn't until Madeleine came along with enough backing to protect herself that the Flaming Lily Sect finally received a ray of hope. If they wanted to squander it, Dyon would happily oblige!
"Let's make a bet." Dyon suddenly said, cutting through the tension with his abrupt leisurely attitude.
The Vice Master's expression darkened even further.
"You can be angered if you'd like, or you can grasp this opportunity." Dyon shrugged. "I've already done you a service by not explaining to your disciples the reason behind my anger. I'll even allow them to believe I'm an unreasonable young master if you so wish it. It can't be that the Vice Master of the Flaming Lily Sect doesn't dare to bet with an air-headed and impulsive young man, right?"
