The Demon Ancestor rose abruptly, rage radiating from him. He hadn't expected that someone would still compete with him—given what he'd said, by standard protocol, everyone should defer to him and refrain from fighting for it.
He softened his expression and said, "Fellow Daoist, please show me some respect. My son was defeated while outside and sold to this place. As his father, I must save him no matter the cost. If you're willing to let go, I will be eternally grateful."
"Haha, interesting! A dignified Demon Ancestor of the Red Dust Demon Sect actually hesitating over mere Spirit Stones and repeatedly asking everyone to respect you. Doesn't this tarnish your dignified reputation as the Demon Ancestor?"
"Initially, I had no interest in him, but since my granddaughter fancies your son, naturally I must secure him for her,"
came the calm response of the old woman, showing not the slightest regard for his prestige or status.
