"Okay." Ri smiled brightly, resting her head on Dyon's bare chest. His heart beat was so steady and strong that it almost lulled Ri to sleep. But, despite how tired she was, she wanted to see this through to the end.
Dyon continued gently circulating his aurora within Ri. Although he had healed all of her external injuries, there was still too many accumulated internal injuries. And that wasn't even to mention the stress her soul was under after forcefully pushing the Tree of Life and Death to her limit.
Turning toward the fuming warrior, Dyon's face immediately became cold.
His eyes scanned the man standing less than five meters from himself. "Wash my neck?"
The man trembled under Dyon's gaze. He didn't understand what was going on. He couldn't feel any cultivation coming from this young man, and yet, he felt as though his life was in Dyon's hands.
