Dyon looked on toward the Demon Sage's proud spirit with a pensive expression. "Someone up there messed up when they decided you were a human instead of a Dragon."
The Demon Sage snorted at Dyon's words. It wasn't a fake disdain, he really did believe that even the title of Dragon was beneath him. Had he had enough time, he would have subdued the Drago-Qilin lands and used them all as mounts!
With the Demon Sage's personality, although he initially felt jealous about the things Dyon had over him, he was able to quickly recover. So what if Dyon had a Titan Body? So what if his soul and talent were so overwhelming? If I had been alive, I would have grinded him beneath my feet anyway. These were his thoughts.
Dyon's thoughts wandered as his gaze once more fell upon the true infernal core. If he could sell this… That would be too amazing, wouldn't it?
As if seeing through Dyon's thoughts, the Demon Sage's disdain grew. "Don't even think of selling my things."
