The only woman among them spoke calmly, “What intrigues me the most is how he managed to turn the ice-cold Ying governor so devoted to him.”

James slammed the Chaos Absinthe onto the table and looked at them smilingly. “Why is there only there of you? Weren’t they supposed to be eightt?”

The old man with sideburns replied smilingly, “To be precise, it’s seven. We know about Clayton’s ties with you, so we weren’t expecting his help.”

The middle-aged man scoffed, “What do you mean, Lord Xenova?