"Ouch!"
A seductive voice came from inside the cave.
"What kind of wind is blowing you over from Demon Ridge?" Blackwind Granny said with a smile.
"We've been old friends for a long time. Stop pretending to be all cordial," said the man in black indifferently.
Blackwind Granny's smiling face froze and disappeared, replaced by a mocking, cold sneer.
"You Bat King never pay a visit unless there's something of interest to you. Speak up. What is it?"
The man in black looked up at the cave entrance and said, "You haven't changed at all – always making a mess in your lair. What else could it be? It's for our upcoming plan. My subordinates need to drink blood every day, and we can't wait any longer. If it weren't for your promise of providing us with enough human blood, I wouldn't be here to help."
Blackwind Granny naturally understood and said, "We each take what we need, don't act unwilling. Once our goal is achieved, you will be duly rewarded."
