Chapter 2077 - Pleading (3) (2/2)
Dyon shook his head. ”I don't feel much destiny between me and the princess. Also, it may be seen as inappropriate if I take your Empire's princess as a disciple. I don't want others to think that I'm trying to manipulate you all by using her for leverage.”
”Is that so, I don't believe my daughter is any less talented than Brahman, though.”
”She's not just not any less, but she's decidedly more talented. However, I don't choose disciples by just this metric alone.
”Either way, my point is that even without her Death Guard, no one would dare harm a hair on her head, this I promise.”
Dyon strolled forward, reaching Elinor and patting her on the shoulder.
”Off you go, Aoife and that big-headed fool are waiting for you.”
Elinor's eyes, glistening with unshed tears, were filled with shock from beginning to end. Just as she wanted to protest about her duty, a surging soul qi swept forward. She didn't even have a chance to react before she disappeared.
The elders of the meeting hall felt numb. How much shock could they take in a single day? How was it even possible to send someone across so many universes so casually? Even if their quadrant was adjacent to Dyon's quadrant, this was still too much.
Dyon turned back to Brahman, a wide grin beneath his mask and his hand formed into a peace sign. The adorable cauldron over his shoulder bobbed up and down arrogantly, as though to say: 'See? See?!'
”I really want to see who dares say soul path cultivators are weak after tomorrow.”
”Come now!” Dyon clapped his hands, a gentle wind sweeping up Saru and Brahman as he walked out of the meeting hall.
Though Saru was still fine, a gentle smile on her face, the struggling Brahman was completely disheveled, spinning around in the tornado of wind around him. Compared to his usually solemn demeanor, this was too much of a stark contrast.
”At dawn, I will lead the armies. No need for any special preparation. If there are any big losses, the Sacharro Clan will compensate ten times that amount!”
Grand Elder Vata sighed, pretending as though he couldn't see his great grandson's pleading gaze.