But he didn't say this out loud.
Soren Phoenix instantly turned to Mael Valerius, rolling his eyes without a trace of elegance: "Cousin, the way you say this, how many dragons does your Dragon Clan even have? No wonder you can't bear to use them as offerings."
Mael Valerius didn't take offense at being exposed, instead he curled his lips in an evil smirk and snickered quietly, "At least we Dragon Clan aren't guilty of such lightning-striking deeds."
Hearing the word 'lightning-striking', Soren's face immediately darkened.
The other men's faces got a bit gloomy too; clearly, everyone got roasted together with that comment.
Soren snapped his feather fan shut with a 'pa!' and narrowed his peach blossom eyes dangerously: "Cousin, are you saying our Phoenix Clan deserves to get struck by lightning?"
"I never said that."
Mael Valerius spread his hands, a mischievous glint in his dark golden eyes. "But I bet burned feathers after a lightning strike would look pretty interesting."
