Bai's dark eyes, searching, held the doubt. The skepticism of a young woman who had been fucked by this man and had seen his power, his indifference, his absolute, god-like authority.
"Do you really think he would be willing to do anything?" she said. Her voice was sharp. "He would take the pool and do nothing. Just cast us aside. Like he cast us aside now."
Fengyuan shook her head. The motion, the deliberate, knowing shake, was the gesture of a woman who understood something the younger woman didn't.
"No, he would not," she said. Her voice was confident. The certainty of a woman who had observed, who had analyzed, who had drawn conclusions. "Didn't you hear? He gave us a sacred level artifact, just casually. He is a man who, at least, takes and gives. He doesn't understand the pride of immortals."
