"I've never heard of them before."

"Me either. They must be minor or else secretive. Probably both."

"Not local, presumably, then. Alright."

The room phone rings.

Butterfly Dancer picks up. "Hello? Yes, we would like to meet as well. Immediately would be ideal. Yes, that'll work. Thank you."

"Beast Head sect wants to meet us in the lounge."

"Alright. Game faces, people. I'll do the talking."

Cocoa crosses the room to the door, opens it, and steps out into the hallway.

Butterfly Dancer shrugs and follows him.

Trys as well. Back to Humble Junior Who Doesn't Know What's Going On act. It's not much of an act.

The lounge is well-appointed and features a number of low tables and sofas. In the middle of it stands a Chinese man with a dark goatee, his hands in the pockets of his shirt. Four men in black suits stand at his back, looking tense. 

He bows. "I am Altar Master, head of Three Claw Marks Beast Head Medallion sect. A pleasure to meet you."

Cocoa bows in return. "I am Black Claw, of no formal sect, and these are my associates Butterfly Dancer and Abyssal Bride."

He looks perpetually angry. Not a good sign. Still. Deep, respectful bow. And silence. Yes, that.

"Of no formal sect, you say. But you three have come together."

"We are all part of an informal internet-based cultivator organization, which includes both loose cultivators and cultivators associated with traditional sects."

"How modern. And these are those who were interested in ghost hunting, I presume?"

He nods. "We two are aiming to give our junior -" he nods to Abyssal Bride "- a chance to make a ghost contract." 

"I see. I'm seeking the ghost for my own use."

"If you intend to use the ghost for yourself, you must be below Battle King, yes?"

"Regrettably, yes. You are speaking to True Master Altar Master."

"Battle King Black Claw, Battle Queen Butterfly Dancer, and our junior Abyssal Bride."

"I see."