The person inside the black mist said nothing.
"Very good. But if you dare let a single word of this slip, I'll hold you personally responsible."
The Heavenly Demon's voice was cold, sending chills through Steward Zhao's bones. He hurriedly stammered, "I wouldn't dare. I absolutely won't let a word slip. But..."
"But what?" the Heavenly Demon asked coldly.
"Lei Dong only had twenty million contribution points. To keep him from getting suspicious, I deliberately asked for another million." Steward Zhao wiped the sweat from his head, his face twisted with misery. "But there's still a shortfall of 129 million contribution points. I wonder if Hall Master might let me make up the difference with Spirit Stones?"
"Heh." The Heavenly Demon laughed instead of getting angry, then rebuked him with a cold sneer. "You're only taking a broken pair of wings, and you still dare ask me for Spirit Stones? Anyone who has a problem with it can come argue with me. We'll see whose fist is harder." As soon as she finished speaking, the Heavenly Demon gave a cold snort and transformed into a roiling mass of demonic energy, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
Steward Zhao toppled onto his backside, his face pale as he smiled bitterly. He had to admit, he'd been out of his mind. The Heavenly Demon, his honored auntie of a Hall Master, had always taken whatever she pleased in the sect. An objection? Who would dare object to his honored auntie? Steward Zhao's face was wreathed in a bitter smile. If his honored auntie had taken the wings, he, Zhao Chong, wouldn't have dared say a word. But Lei Dong had taken the things! The Asura King's wings might be a little battered, but they were still the Asura King's wings! They