Patriarch Ragnor rubbed the top of Tammy's head, seemingly with love, before gently pushing her toward Dyon.
"Since you were interested in our lightning arts, I gift you my niece as a concubine. With her as a dual cultivation partner, coupled with your talent, I doubt you'll ever have to face many hurdles in the pursuit of the dao of lightning."
Tammy did as she was told. In an awkward walk, run and skip, she made her way to Dyon. But, she never once met his gaze, acting every bit a part of the servant she was meant to be.
She politely bowed to Ri and Madeleine who were still stunned about the situation. They weren't the type to place themselves loftily above others, so it never crossed their mind that Tammy was or was not worthy of Dyon because of how good they were. All they felt was an endless pity for the girl in front of them… A girl that was just as young as the both of them…
Dyon himself had mixed feelings about Tammy.
