Huojin let out a contemptuous laugh.
Armed with the memories of his predecessors, he saw in BaiShe everything he hated: the arrogance of a heir born with a silver spoon, convinced that his status as a noble from the Upper Realm gave him every right.
"You talk too much," cut in Huojin, his permanent half-smile deepening.
"You probably think your Xuan lineage gives you every right. But before the Executor, you are nothing but dust on the path to divinity. Do you think I am stupid enough not to see your vile thoughts?"
"You came to steal my inheritance, didn't you? Like all those ambitious young masters who think they can take what heaven has reserved for me..."
"Steal? What a vulgar accusation," retorted BaiShe, adjusting his monocle again. "I simply came to observe. It is rare to see a chosen one up close... especially one as full of himself."
Huojin's expression hardened instantly. He had no more patience for the words of the one he considered an insect.
