"We've already told the Grandmaster the location of where we hid the items, and he didn't even acknowledge it before letting us go. Are we being shortchanged?"
"When I was standing in front of the Grandmaster, I felt like I didn't even dare to breathe. Whatever he asked, I answered; how would I dare to ask more questions?"
"Strange. We Eight Desolate Disciples fear nothing and no one, and everyone calls us Brother Jiaqian. Even if the Grandmaster wants something from us, he'd have to pay extra. So why was I so cowardly just now? It shouldn't be this way."
"Nonsense. We're dealing with things that the Grandmaster has already played with. Can the Grandmaster be compared to other NPCs? Offend other NPCs, and at most, it's nothing more than a matter of life and death. Offend the Grandmaster, and you might not even die properly; instead, you could end up mutilated and eating excrement."
