"You will become a puppet of my Mortal Alliance. Your rights won't be that of others, for all intents and purposes, you have no will of your own anymore.
"When the time comes, you will silently pass off the position of Palace Master from yourself, to my wife, Alexandria Sacharro.
"From now, until then, you'll foster the Water Mist Sect along the path of growth I deem fit. Do you understand?"
[I want to kill you.] Jasmine's voice trembled with a slight perverted anticipation. [I really wonder how good your blood tastes. What kind of face would you make at the end of your life? Would you maintain those same arrogant eyes? Would you feel despair? Would you cry tears of regret or scream the sounds of remorse?]
Dyon smiled. "Why do you ask? Did you forget who ranks first all time on the fifth trial rankings? If you haven't, then you should already know the answer to your question."
