But he didn't say it out loud.
Soren instantly looked at Mael Valerius, rolling his eyes ungracefully: "Cousin, what you say, how many dragons does your Dragon Clan have in total? Of course you wouldn't want to use them as sacrifices."
Mael wasn't angry at being exposed, he smiled slyly, and scoffed under his breath: "At least our Dragon Clan didn't do anything deserving of thunder strikes."
Upon hearing the words 'thunder strikes', Soren's face immediately darkened.
The faces of the other men turned a bit dark too, these words clearly insulted everyone present.
Soren snapped his feather fan shut with a 'pop', and his peach blossom eyes narrowed dangerously: "Are you implying our Phoenix Clan deserves to be struck by lightning, cousin?"
"I didn't say that."
Mael shrugged, his dark golden eyes flashed teasingly, "But some singed feathers might look quite interesting."
"Looks like my dear cousin is itching for a fight, how about letting me help you loosen up?"
