“Ah, never mind. We agreed to ten, but I’ve spent most of my life’s skill on eight. Your name is Jiang Chen, hmm?” Browncloak sounded tired and dejected, but there was a rare note of admiration there as well.
“So we’re done fighting?” Jiang Chen chuckled.
“Yes.” Browncloak was still rather upset. “What do you want to know about?”
He was thankful that they hadn’t put their lives on the line. Divulging his origins was much easier to accomplish than giving up his life.
Laughing, Jiang Chen turned to the three other cloaked individuals. “You have no objections either, I trust?”
“I’m number one among them. What I say, goes,” browncloak stated coolly.