Helga sat alone, her eyes fixed on the place where Midas had vanished. Even after he disappeared, she stayed still, lost in her thoughts. "What a manipulative bastard," she muttered to herself, lips pressed tightly.
She had been manipulated. How could he dangle the Limitless Library in front of her like that and expect her to not be enticed? However, the mere fact that she had been enticed indicated exactly that she was still in the state of mind of getting stronger in her cultivation.
She still had her heart set on the world of cultivation. He'd used her interests, her ambitions—those parts of herself she thought she'd buried deep—to coax her back to a place she thought she'd left behind.
The Limitless Library, that vast store of knowledge and power, dangled just out of reach like bait on a hook. And she had bitten, hadn't she?
