At the thought, Ambrose looked at Cody. "Fine, what do you want from me?"

Whew!

Cody heaved a deep breath and spoke in a highly cautious tone.

"There's an ancient belief that equates cutting one's hair to cutting ties with someone. Why don't you give me a few strands of your hair, Sect Master Ambrose, and I'll tell my High Lady that you've cut her off for good?

"My High Lady will see your hair and give up for sure. She'll never give you any more trouble after this."

As he spoke, Cody had on