Chapter 1660 - Unrequited (3) (1/2)

The months continued to trickle by. By the time Dyon had spent a full year in Soul Rend Universe, even celebrating both Little Aiden's and Junior's birthdays, the Clans had finally settled into their own.

As things stood now, Dyon had 72 Clans under his charge, both large and small. On Soul Planet, however, there sat the Jafari Clan, the Ipsum Clan, the Elvin Clan, the Pakal Clan, the Mino Clan, the Belmont Clan, the Caedes Clan and finally, the Sacharro Clan.

Dyon decided to allow the Elves to fly under one banner. One had to remember that the reason they could all fit on a single island on Earth was because their birth rates were so poor. Elves were gifted with lifespans three times that of humans and beasts, but their birth rate was correspondingly lower as well.

This wasn't the only reason Dyon allowed this either. He still remembered all of those orphans without a family that he helped all those years ago. Although they had grown into their own by now, they didn't have any Clans supporting them. In this way, the Elves would be one and could help each other. Over time, their original bloodlines and names would start to lose their meaning.

At this moment, Caedlum was sitting on a platform in silence. As the reason his Clan could receive such good treatment, he was obviously given a sizeable piece of land to himself. Considering the Pakal Clan was now a probationary 1st Tier Clan, they had 5% of Soul Planet to themselves, leaving them with 25 million square kilometers of space. So, one could imagine the kind of freedom Caedlum had.

Caedlum's long black hair whipped silently in the wind, his red skin steaming as a product of his cultivation. All he had to do was open his eyes to be greeted by a vast ocean.

His chosen dwelling was built into the side of a cliff with nothing but raging white rapids below. To a mortal, such a place would be perilous, but to a cultivator, it was simply a beautiful sight to behold.

”I assume since you allowed me to detect you because you wanted to talk?” Caedlum suddenly said. He was a man of few words, but one of the minority of individuals he would allow to hear his voice was the man right before him now: Dyon Sacharro.

Dyon smiled lightly. ”Of course, can't I come say hi to an old friend?”

”An old friend?” Caedlum opened his eyes, staring toward Dyon who stood in the air. ”I'm not sure that I have any friends.”

Dyon shook his head. The first time he met Caedlum, they had had a similar interaction. It seemed that the Pakal Clan's third young master wasn't fond of having friends at all.

Back then, the Pakals wanted to retrieve their stolen Blood Sacrifice Technique from the Ragnors, the very same one the Ragnors used to kill thousands of Focus Academy students all to open the Demon Sage's Legacy World.

Caedlum agreed to work with Dyon only because he knew that Madeleine was his girlfriend at the time and that Ava's father, the guardian of the Royal God Clan's family, would be in the mix as well. He made this clear back then, almost as if he wanted to ensure he remained at arm's length from Dyon.

”Still so cold.” Dyon said, slightly amused.