Fulwood was startled after hearing Jacob's unexpected refusal. His eyes narrowed coldly when he saw Jacob had already stood up. "Do you even know what you're rejecting?"
Jacob looked at Fulwood. In his view, he appeared like a small bug that he could stomp under his feet, but his expression was cool.
He nodded and replied, "I know, and I'm very flatter for this opportunity. But I'm very content with my bloodline, so please don't take offense."
Fulwood wanted to say something, but he suppressed his boiling fury for some reason. After taking a deep breath, he suddenly smiled and nodded, "Forgive me for my crass reaction; I understand and respect your choice. Still, please drink this glass of Spirit Tree Nectar as a token of my goodwill, and we'll consider this matter over."
