Chapter 1638 - Leisure (2) (2/2)

Mental energy and fatigue were the most difficult thing to increase in the martial world. Tempering one's mind was simply too difficult. Only creatures like the crystal dragons who innately had the ability to continuously replenish their mental energy could do so. But, even for them, it wasn't an entirely simple task.

Although Dyon had improved, considering where his spirituality was before, it was nothing to be proud of. Maybe one day he could boast something to be satisfied with.

Just as Dyon was about to dose off along with Clara, feeling extremely comfortable with her soft, slender frame in his arms, his divine sense suddenly picked up movements toward his location. When he realized who it was, he couldn't help but being ticked off. He had been so at peace before, he really didn't feel like dealing with this woman.

Wasn't he the Sect Master? Since when did disciples have the right to walk into his abode as they pleased?

However, when he saw Damaris' apprehensive and nervous expression, he decided to not be in a rush to blast her away again. Since he was trying to temper his spirituality, it would be better if he wasn't so quick to anger all the time.

Damaris slowly came into view. Madeleine, Ri and Delia looked back toward her, but only smiled and looked away. She obviously wasn't here for them.

Seeing so many beautiful women around Dyon, Damaris suddenly understood why he didn't have second thoughts about slamming her into the ground. Even the lightly snoring beauty in his arms was easily her match if not better her. But, also seeing his displeased appearance, she felt like a startled deer in headlights.

”I – I came here to apologize.”

”Oh.” Dyon nodded and turned away.

”I…” Damaris was at a loss. ”I lost a bet, I was supposed to become Zaire's maid but he's not here.”

”What does that have to do with me? If you'd like to be a maid, there are plenty of people who need help. I don't need you around here.”

”Ah, don't listen to him, come here.” Madeleine waved Damaris over. Dyon could only pretend to not hear anything, after all, he wouldn't clash with Madeleine over a mere Damaris.