Dyon casually looked off into the distance as though he didn't notice Eldaernth's almost closed eyes slowly widening with each passing second.
"I won't ask you how you managed to get your hands on a Martial Saint Pill so late in your life, but I should commend you on your persistence. To swallow such a pill at the very peak of the dao realm and forge an extra 6 meridians for yourself… It seems we're kindred spirits in masochistic tendencies.
"Though, I myself have already formed an additional 9 meridians. But that's neither here nor there."
Dyon's smirk only became more insufferable with each passing word.
"You must be a bit worried by now. I'm sure your first thought is that I must have a spy among you. After you think this, you'll immediately turn your thoughts toward the Mathilde Clan because you're aware that the Elvin Queen has awoken.
