"You lot, come here…"
Celeste Grant beckoned to the disciples of the Bloodfiend Den.
Once they came over, Celeste Grant began to explain her plan… whereupon a round of wicked laughter erupted from the Demon Cultivators present.
"Excellent, excellent. We'll do just that."
"That Son of Sword from The Crimson Sun Sect is a real bastard. It's high time we showed him what we're made of."
"He's treating a tiger like a housecat. Does he really think the Bloodfiend Den is a pushover?"
"I'll take the disciples right away to set up an Array nearby. This time, we'll make sure he never leaves."
"Mm, go on. Use these talismans freely. The time for your revenge has come. He dared to steal our things and injure disciples of our Bloodfiend Den. That's a slap in the face to The Exalted One. You will pick yourselves up right where you fell."
My Lady was avenging them. The men were deeply moved.
