Two weeks later, Dyon sat reclined to the back of Soul Palace. This place was just as beautiful as Dyon remembered it. Quite frankly, it seemed like a fairy wonderland.
Before him, a small lake sat. Madeleine, Ri and Delia were playing with the two babies while dipping their toes in the water, as for Clara, she was lightly snoring on Dyon's chest, completely drained. Cultivators had no need for sleep, but it was still the most efficient way to regain stamina. Although one could use a pill as a replacement, relying on one's own body was always the best method.
Dyon felt responsible for Clara's tiredness. She had spent the past two weeks pouring of records and constructing a new governance system. Dyon suddenly realized just how silly it was of him to try and hold that meeting so soon. Him pushing it back was definitely a blessing in disguise.
