Two Days Later, Gang Zhao's Lair
Ashen stood atop a jagged cliff overlooking the clearing below. The wind tugged at his robe, carrying with it the faint scent of pine and blood. His eyes narrowed as he surveyed the army gathered beneath him—massive beasts with sleek, metallic claws gleaming under the morning sun.
He turned to Gang Zhao with a faint smile."Impressive, Gang Zhao. It seems your influence is much higher than what I gave you credit for."
Gang Zhao couldn't suppress the proud grin that crept across his face."Thank you for your praise, my friend."
Of the five Tiger Kings, Gang Zhao was the only one who hadn't formally submitted to Ashen. As such, he addressed him as an equal—for now.
But Ashen's gaze sharpened slightly."Gang Zhao, in front of humans and other cultivators, you'll need to address me as your master. I can't let them know that you haven't submitted to me."
