Everyone was undoubtedly wary of this contraption of steel. The Holy Hall inside and out had been cleared, and a full twenty guards had been positioned around the relatively small meeting room, with Shandela's right hand constantly on the hilt of her sword.
"I am the one you're looking for," Chaoyang said as he sat down opposite it. "My name is Chaoyang, a Divine Envoy of the Paradise Sect, and I call the shots here."
"Pleased to meet you, Your Excellency the Divine Envoy," the other party replied… Its voice originated from inside the cockpit, sounding like two clashing springs, both vague and resounding. "I have no name, you may call me Number One, or any other name you prefer. Additionally, if you do not trust me, you can chain me up, though it goes against etiquette, it would demonstrate my sincerity."
It had to be said that its phrasing was almost like that of a normal person, far from the stiffness one would expect from a machine.
