1506 Couldn't Hear
The two complacent Legatees froze, their blue hair freezing over into icicles. This wasn’t the act of someone else, but rather that their own anger was getting the best of them.
“This is our Water Mist Sect, not your Elvin Kingdom! Learn when to take a step back, or we won’t mind teaching you a lesson!”
Both wore beautiful blue mage gowns, however, one was significantly shorter than the other. Though they weren’t absolute beauties, they were still pseudo-dao experts and thus had a small grasp of enigmatic energy. As such, they were still far above average after being cleansed.
The taller was known as Empress Caliope, while the shorter was called Empress Amelia. As for the one who spoke, it was the taller Caliope.
The only way to break someone out of another’s Presence was to either have more powerful or equal Presence than the attacker, or to give the one affected a treasure that can combat it.
Unfortunately, the Empress level trials didn’t give the opportunity to comprehend King grade Presence, which was the only reason why Ri and Madeleine didn’t have King grade Presence already. And, even if it did, these two weren’t worthy of being True Gods.
As for the second option, that was even less likely. Giving the punishment faction disciples such a treasure would mean giving up their own. Wouldn’t that be asking Dyon to use his Presence against them? They could already feel that Dyon’s Presence was somehow still affecting them, how could they take such a risk?
But, they were completely embarrassed by the fact they couldn’t protect their own subordinates. This was definitely a vicious slap to the face…
In the end, they could only use the Water Mist Sect to threaten Dyon.
Dyon didn’t say a word. It was as though he couldn’t hear them.
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Centauress made it to Ri’s island in the blink of an eye. It was clear that the two Legatees were greatly apprehensive about Dyon because they didn’t even move while Ri pulled the three disciples away from the punishment faction women.
“Just what do you think you’re doing?” Ri’s petite face was flush with anger as she checked the three disciples. Their meridians had actually been crippled!
“Alexandria…” The three disciples began to sob.
All three were already several hundred years old. They thought they’d be lower celestials for the rest of their lives… Their only sin was being born in the wrong sect…
In their youth, they believed the hardship they faced could be fought back against with hard work. So, that was what they did. They naively believed that they could be just like Palace Master Jasmine not knowing that their lauded Palace Master relied on an evil path.
Still, even through the hardships, they pushed. If it wasn’t for the Mist Clan, would they even be limited to the 7th Order? Life was too unfair.
Then, when they thought they’d live out the rest of their lives and die with grievances, Ri appeared to save them. She was a woman with such a powerful background that the Mist Clan didn’t dare directly act against her. Yet, she decided to protect and help them.
But who would have expected that the moment the saw a faint light of hope, the Mist Clan would swoop in once more and snatch it away? Now they didn’t have a chance anymore…
Ri sighed. These three were meant to be her senior sisters, but this Mist Clan had broken them. How could they know that Dyon had the ability to heal them? They had lost all will to fight.
“Do you believe that you can treat Sect rules as nothing?” Amelia sneered.
“Do you?!” Ri rebutted in full force. “Entering the island of a core disciple without appropriate evidence and cause is grounds for punishment. Yet, it seems you’ve ignored this rule.”
“Obviously, we had evidence that you were harboring criminals.”
“Ha.” Ri laughed. “Even if I believed that you had this so-called evidence, what crime did these three commit? If they can be called criminals, your Mist Clan is made up of the dregs of all the shit in the cosmos.”
“What did you say?!”
“Watch your tone.” Dyon said faintly.
Somehow, that voice made the two Legatees tremble. Just where was this pressure coming from? How could they know that Dyon’s Presence had fused into his every aspect, including his voice?
If someone like Aritzia could be so easily manipulated, what chance after deciding they should already treat Dyon with caution?
Ri sneered. “The Mist Clan is made up of nothing but cowards. If you found evidence of me harboring criminals, why is it that you haven’t dragged me away too?”
While Ri had her war of words with the Mist Legatees, Dyon’s mind was working in overdrive. This timing, it was too uncanny.
The 980th day had already passed. In less than 3 weeks, the Jafari Clan Treasure’s task would be complete. Could the actions of the Mist Clan be related to this?
Dyon shook his head. Maybe not… After all, a few weeks ago Ri had come to ask for Anabella. Maybe this was what forced the Mist Clan to act. Still, Dyon was getting a bad feeling.
“What is going on here?” Suddenly, a formless pressure enveloped the island.
Dyon’s brows furrowed. His Presence surging upward to protect himself and Ri from this formless pressure. It was obvious that a dao expert had appeared.
Soon, the void tore open to reveal an old woman with her hands clasped behind her back.
Dyon didn’t need for Ri to explain to him that the situation had just taken a turn for the worst. Before, when it was still the Second Elder that chose to harass, there was still a faint air that they wouldn’t go too far. After all, First Elder Viola would be able to stop her. However, the person who had appeared wasn’t the Second Elder, but rather the Grand Elder of the Water Mist Sect!
This woman lost out in strength to Jasmine in no way though she was of the Middle Dao Formation Realm.
The grand elder was the reason the Mist Clan still had such a strong hold of their power in this quadrant, but wasn’t she supposed to be in seclusion? Could it be that she had come out for a specific purpose?
“Esteemed Grand Elder Mist, the punishment faction gathered evidence that these three criminals have colluded with others to sell the secrets of our Sect. However, knowing how fiery tempered and unreasonable core disciple Alexandria could be, the two of us decided to personally oversee their arrest. But, who would have known that Alexandria would bring in outsiders to fight against her own.”
Grand Elder Mist’s piercing gaze landed on Dyon.
“Who are you to interfere in the matters of my Sect? Piss off!”
A wrinkled palm compressed the air in the sky, smashing down toward Dyon.