935 Punishment Faction 1 (1/2)
By now, the events in the basement of The Cathedral had long since passed and the core disciples of the various subordinate peaks were gathering at Soul Rending Peak.
Dyon hadn't done much else but sleep for the past few days. No one bothered him. In fact, his working disciple cabin was easily the quietest area in the entire Unseen Peak. It wasn't until the day they were meant to leave that someone brought a set of black robes embroidered with the Unseen Peak insignia for him to wear.
After putting the robes on and sliding on a pair of martial warrior shoes that seemed to come straight out of a 1970s Kungfu movie, Dyon strapped his massive broad sword across his chest using its black chains before walking out.
Since Dyon was exactly sure where to go from here, he simply walked to the gates, finding himself beside the sleeping old man again.
”You sure know how to live the life, old man. I can't wait until I can sleep all day too.”
The old man snorted, not bothering to open his eyes. ”Isn't that what you've been doing these past few days anyway? Simply wasting away your youth.”
Dyon laughed, before replying mysteriously. ”And you're wasting away your power.”
The old man shook his head. 'Smelly brat.'
Normally, Dyon would create a chair for himself to recline on. But, he was doing his upmost to separate his personas. Unless it was absolutely necessary, he wouldn't reveal his soul related abilities. For now, he would strictly be a body cultivator.
Unfortunately, this meant he lost many style points while he waited for the other 5 core disciples to appear. Dyon knew he didn't appear early, he arrived at the very time the inner disciple who brought him his robes told him to. So, it didn't take long for Dyon to realize that that Inner Disciple had purposefully lied to him.
'Interesting…' Dyon felt that this inner disciple had quite a large amount of courage to dare lie to him. 'It seems that I'm still not taken seriously.'
A smile spread across Dyon's face. He didn't bother to wait. In fact, from start to finish, he had only been standing alone for ten seconds. Even in that inner disciple's wildest dreams, he wouldn't believe that a supposed martial artist would lose patience so quickly. However, he clearly didn't understand Dyon very well.
”Old man, I'll be taking a trip to the Inner Sect.”
Before the sleeping old man could respond, wings of black had already appeared on Dyon back as his disappeared into the air.
'Such a temper…' The old man shook his head. 'Since you knew you were lied to, couldn't you just have headed back to your cabin?' Even though he thought this, the old man went back to snoring in the next instant.