Before Henry could answer, Zephan turned his gaze toward her and spoke instead. "It's somewhere that would make you and the entire Blood Sect regret ever asking about it."
She sensed the threat behind the words. A smile spread across her dark face, revealing her neatly arranged, saw-like teeth. "Oh? Trust me, you'll be the ones who regret it if you don't tell me right now."
She was a member of the Blood Sect. Even if it was not the strongest force in the Midlands, it was still powerful enough to go head-to-head with some top-tier organizations and families. It had influence too, enough to make doors open and lives disappear.
So being threatened, not just personally but along with her entire sect, was enough to ignite her rage.
"You puny Lunari clearly know nothing about the Midlands. There, a Rank 4 like you is nothing more than an ant," she sneered, determined to make this country bumpkin understand what kind of power he was facing.
