The moment she spoke.
The Demon Cultivators took a step back. They huddled together, arms slung over each other's shoulders, with their backs to her.
'Is this woman out of her mind?'
'She seems a bit... well, she doesn't look too bright.'
'She's definitely not normal. Did you hear what she said? Asking us to capture her for ransom? We're Demon Cultivators! Is she trying to provoke us?'
Rowan Forrest, standing to the side, asked tentatively, "So, you'll do it?"
The Demon Cultivators were speechless. "..."
They turned to face her, their voices turning sinister. "Do what? Get lost."
Aaron Sinclair, who was standing to the side eating candied haws, glanced at them and said, "Let's go."
"Yes, Young Master."
Seeing that they were actually about to leave,
Rowan Forrest quickly called out to them.
"Wait... I have one more question. Do you know the Demon Cultivator named Rook? He's very tall, with thick arms—the really brawny one."
