"I've just answered your question, right?" William's smile remained fixed, an expression of placid neutrality that seemed etched into his features. "After all, it's not particularly polite to try and pry into another person's secrets, right?"
The two elders, Gran and Callom, stood momentarily speechless. They were men who had spent decades navigating the hierarchies of the spirit master world, where power usually dictated the flow of conversation.
Yet, this youth was upending every convention they knew. Even when faced with the overwhelming presence of a Dark Gold master whose aura had just been roaring like a furnace, William showed no sign of bowing.
Instead, he met every verbal thrust with a parry of his own, returning words like sharpened blades and refusing to concede a single inch of psychological ground.
