"Alright." The tentacled elder's eyes gleamed strangely as he said, "I want the Saint Master's brain matter."
"No way, that's already been claimed. You can at most have a piece of intestine." The scale-armored elder shook his head.
"Then, when the time comes, it will depend on our abilities!" The tentacled elder laughed sinisterly, "Anyone who stops me, I will eat!"
"The Sect Leader might intervene to protect him!" the scale-armored elder remarked.
"Sect Leader? When he's strong enough, he is the Sect Leader... but with our combined strength, won't he also become blood food?" the tentacled elder said ominously.
"It's said you are loyal to the Sect Leader..." The scale-armored elder sneered, "It seems it's no more than that."
"Loyal?" The tentacled elder slowly replied, "My skills aren't as good as his, so I'm afraid he'll eat me. Shouldn't I be utterly loyal? If I could eat him, I would merge with him, his heart becoming mine. Wouldn't that be the greatest loyalty?"
