"What are you here for?" Cain Scarlet wanted to give the newcomer a show of authority, and with a cold smile said, "Good timing, our entire camp consists of Quasi-Saints. We've been considering how to eradicate you, and since Demonic Sky Gate insists on starting a major war, every single one of you will pay the price."
"You all claim to be from reputable sects, and here I am but a mere negotiator. Surely you wouldn't stoop to the level of scoundrels, would you?" Dashiell Skyward was not intimidated; on the contrary, he found himself a seat with an air of nonchalance, shooting a glance at the crowd with a mix of disdain and arrogance.
Samuel Westman was seething with rage, struggling to restrain his desire to attack: "The people of Demonic Sky Gate deserve death. Do you not fear wreaking havoc and calamity? We have always kept to our own waters, but since you leave us no room to survive in the Western Wilderness Forces, let's go to war!"
