Strange Ink Youths

The leader of this group of Ink Rain Sect disciples had slowly curled his lips while talking. Just this simple act also appeared a bit strange. It was like he was either purposely slowly curling his lips, or he just moved as naturally slow as a robot.

Either way, the group of Vampires already felt their dislike grew past their predisposition basis. 

"You all….just what is it do you want with us? As you can clearly see, we are on a tight schedule."

The Vampire leader sharply spoke, hoping to end this conversation as soon as it began. 

Perhaps if this just days ago, their attitude would be far more submissive. But now, they saw this powerful Sect as someone with nearly equal footing with them. 

No matter their overwhelming prowess, why should they fear them? The World Spirit Master Branch is far more terrifying.