The mutual inspection partially subsided at the announcement. Liam and the two rooting experts couldn't help but study Lancelot, their focus on the second part of his statement.
"Wait, wait," The sleeveless rooting expert exclaimed. "No one said anything about destroying the Church's sacred ground."
"Are you perhaps scared of the Church's enmity?" The elegant rooting expert asked. "You didn't strike me as the careful type."
"I ain't scared of anything," The sleeveless cultivator snorted, his presence surging, flooding the room with tension. "I'm only pointing out that I haven't been told about this."
"Was there any need to?" The elegant rooting expert calmly said. "We are outsiders. Any meaningful achievement in the inheritance would earn us a grudge. We might as well deserve that."
"I don't like your condescending tone," The sleeveless cultivator threatened.
"And I'm surprised you know that word," The elegant cultivator replied.
