79 Revenge (2/2)

Looking through the ring, there were many treasures.

Herbs that could help improve cultivation, dense minerals, tough wood and consumables.

The main thing that caught his interest were the manuals hidden in them.

[Imperial Mandate]

[Champion's Rights]

And many other books.

One suspicion he held was that they seemed fairly new and weren't worn out by the power of time.

He wasn't sure where Christian was able to get these cultivation manuals but they still seemed to be quality goods.

He had 5 more days before he would be forced to go on a trip monitored by two teachers but suddenly felt like he lost his will.

There was only so much he desired to do and everything felt shallow and empty.

Looking into his Space Ring, he was reminded of the corpse with two pieces and couldn't help but tear up at such a gruesome mess it was.

It was such a short time they shared but it ended prematurely.

The only way he felt that Ayesha's corpse could have a peaceful time was that it should be buried at the cave where it all began.

From what he once heard from her, the family she grew up in was competitive and treated her like a chip to gamble into the political market.

She must have kept secret on what had happened between her parents when they received news that Christian did certain deeds.

To Dean, the pressure must have been unimaginable compared to his position in his family.

Reminding himself that he actually had a clan behind him, he wondered what happened to them as he was pretty sure Christian may have killed them.

There was something he looked forward to and started his journey to go back to a place with not the most fondest memories in his childhood.

Looking out the window, it was far too dark to start his journey, so he decided to stay in this house however he made sure to clean up the mess he had created.

At one point the stench was unbearable that Dean eventually had to dispose of them outside of the house.

After getting a good night's rest, Dean was full of energy and ready to abandon this house with the foul smell

Stretching out his limbs and beginning his walk, Dean gave up on walking and ran.

From what he remembered, it was roughly a two day walk but if he ran then he should be able to squeeze it all into one day.

He didn't know why but slowly within his heart there was a slight emptiness followed by unreasonable sadness.

It wasn't similar to grief but the sorrow of missing something.

The best word he could currently think of was melancholy

An unreasonable sadness that you're not able to locate