So here I am. Face to face with the old man that I'd have no hesitation in killing…
"Master. This man wants your disciple as his slave." Xianner went on to say, after the old man had questioned the reason for her sour looks.
"Na-ah! You promised me that you were to be my slave if your service was horrid." I was quick to say before a misunderstanding could rise.
Like hell am I going to let Xianner have all the say! What do you think I am, Xianner?! A simp?!
"Hmm… Do you have the care to be more clear of the problem? Xianner, please keep still while I speak to the leader of the Sect of assassins."
Luckily, the old man knew his limits. He wasn't too overbearing, and knew how to show respect to other sects. I am a guest, so I was supposed to be treated as one. Not only that, but I am also a figure of a very well prominent known sect. A sect that the Rising Dragon sect basically has to respect.