The Rizen General felt a cold sweat matting his back as he listened to these powerhouses argue like children. This was probably the worst impression for these children to have of those who were truly powerful, but after you reached this level of strength, decorum became little more than background noise.
Who cared about propriety when you didn't need to care about the opinions of others? This was what the real powerhouses looked like, no matter what territory you were speaking of.
Even so, the fact that they'd be arguing here meant that this matter was quite larger, and apparently only Fanelei truly understood what was going on.
"You accepted," Sylas suddenly said.
The words, spoken by someone other than an Ancestor, made everything fall into silence.
For one, to even have the momentum necessary to stand right now should have been nigh impossible, let alone speak. Even for the General of the Rizen, there was a heavy lump in his throat. If he tried to speak, he would have to plan to shout just to force out a whisper.
Sylas' voice, though... it was calm, steady, and unhurried.
"Hush!" Fanelei suddenly said when she recovered.
The other Ancestors had been on the border of somewhere between shock and rage. Shock because someone actually managed to speak; rage because an F-tier-especially one so old-had no right to speak here.
They could act like children here, but that was only because they were amongst peers. As far as they were concerned, no one else here was worth their time. Even when the large-bellied man spoke of Sylas, he might as well have not been here to him.
They felt they could see through Sylas with a single glance.
"That costs," Sylas replied calmly.
Fanelei's eyes narrowed.
Sylas was truly too smart for his own good. He didn't even know what was happening, but what he did know was that he now had something that Fanelei wanted very much-something that she didn't want the other Ancestors to know about.
"I'm trying to help you, boy," Fanelei said darkly.
Sylas looked at her deeply for a moment, and then he nodded.
"In that case, I apologize."
Fanelei blinked in shock again. Inwardly, she adjusted her thoughts on Sylas again. She didn't expect that he would have the capacity to say something like that.
She elevated him a few notches up-and then a couple down because he was so shameless. He didn't even seem embarrassed right now. What the hell was all that about?
It was true that she was trying to help Sylas. The less people knew of what happened here, the better.
Knowing that Sylas had a Perfect Spark Seed was fine-that was already something that she couldn't hide. But what she had done just now was far deeper than just that.
Fanelei didn't know what a Pure Spark Seed was, but she knew that what happened here wouldn't be triggered by a normal Perfect Spark Seed.

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