A few days ago, he realized that little boys could take advantage of 'Big Sisters' as they pleased. He had been abusing his powers to harass Yandevere and the female spirits in Dyon's mental realm ever since. Though, he did get beat up after ignoring Sabona and calling her flat chested. Only that made him retract his antics a little bit.
Dyon shook his head, chuckling silently as he put the golden yacht away. This sort of treasure would take some time to take full possession of. Dyon was so used to weapons immediately bowing down to him as their master that he had never had to refine a treasure before. But, it seemed he had finally met his match. Since the golden yacht wasn't a weapon, or a strictly soul path treasure, it didn't bow down to Dyon. So, he had to use the normal means other cultivators did.
"Stop being ridiculous Sen. I've already given you a Spiritual grade staff and battle axe. Yet, you haven't made them recognize you as master yet even after so many months."
