"You thought it was just for you to apologize and everything will be fine".
Zi refused to back down, not accepting what Dean said.
"Am I right? How come I was talking almost the whole time and heard nothing that was out of place?
"Don't worry; I will be calm like you said; we will know at the end who will need the help of the other."
"Just having a simple conversation with one beautiful Young lady, and you are acting like this."
"You think I won't praise her? I would give her the flowers she deserves."
When Dean heard Zi praising Elena, he was smiling ear to ear and was unable to hide this expression from Elena, who was standing close to him.
"I wonder what would have happened if you were able to conquer the six of them". Zi said to take a little break from expectations of what Dean's expression would be like.
"I bet you would be very happy right?".
When Dean heard those words, he did not smile again. Bead sweat became visible on his forehead. Not only that but his expression was terrible. His mind was running wild and he was doing his best not to allow it.
Stealing a quick glance to see if what happened was noticed by Miss Elena.
"Are you all right?" was the statement that was thrown at him, with Elena looking at him gently.
"Yea..yea.. Like a chicken peck rice, Dean said, nodding his head but was a little ashamed of what happened. Since it was not noticed by all, he did his best to put his thoughts together.
Cleaning those beads of sweat from his head and staying calm.
With a light sigh of relief, Dean was all fine again.
"What strong mental control did Big Brother Dean have, able to control his emotions quickly, not letting it over the place?". Miss Elena thought to herself from Dean's actions, she knew he was battling something in his thoughts but didn't know what.
"Don't worry, Young lad; you did great, so I won't bother you anymore," Zi said, having the victory laugh was indeed great.
.....
"Big brother Dean, since we met by coincidence, no need for me to wait anymore".
"Why not follow me in so we can talk properly".
Miss Elena communicated with Dean through her divine sense, using voice transmission so others would not hear them.
Hearing her instructions Dean was relieved. He nodded his head as if to accept asking her to lead the way.
"Hey.." an authoritative voice called out to Dean before they could leave the hall.
"Did I give you permission to be friends with her?".
"You better know your place, what makes you think you are qualified".
An angry Young master, Steve, asks with so much authority attached to his voice like he is the one with the final words in the hall.
Whatever he said was law and no one could question him.
Those present were all happy again waiting for a battle confrontation to take place. Since they were unable to get the attention of Miss Elena they felt Dean didn't deserve it in any way.
If she wants to grace someone with her presence then that person should be capable both in strength and background. Young master Steve turned into the people's champion because they could not go against him, so it was best for him to be friends with a rare beauty like Miss Elena.
"Are you friends with him?
Dean did not answer Young Master Steve, but to everyone's surprise, he was still talking to Miss Elena. She responded with a light nod not even sparing Young master Steve a single glance.
"You are not even familiar with her, and you are opening your wide mouth like you are someone important to her."
When he spoke this time around he was releasing a sharp aura like a sword that was about to be removed from its sheath. Which was in contrast to the warm and peaceful feeling he had given before.
"Permit me to do what?
"Are you high on something".
Dean was truly enraged this time. He felt he had been trying to avoid getting anyone offended, but trouble seemed to be running after him no matter how far he ran, and it seemed like it was running faster than him.
"What!
"You that were all obedient at some moment are now acting tough because of a lady".
Young master Steve said, looking down on Dean even more; he felt Dean was too low for his standard. But he was irritated that the low fellow was friends with Miss Elena.
"I was not one of your dogs, and I would never; me keeping my calm was not having the strength to waste on some spoiled brat."
Young master Steve was furious; no one had insulted him like this, not even stronger cultivators who were older than him because of his background, not to mention his peers.
Dean was the first and he wanted to make him the last right there so no one present would be bold enough to act tough before him.
He walked toward Dean, ready to launch an attack, but in the end, he did not launch his attack. With a light nod, he backed off.
"Miss Elena, I have been trying to gain your good grace for a long time; why show it to this low-level being."
Young master Steve asked but he got no response.
"Such a waste hiding behind a woman acting all tough." Young master said with rage feeling he won't be able to vent his anger.
"Hey! Little brat, you better listen to your elder so I won't turn you into a beggar".
Dean said with boldness and a light laughter, teasing Young Master Steve, who was fully furious.
"Please lead the way". Dean said in a voice transmission to Miss Elena. They started walking shoulder by shoulder.
Dean immediately turned his attention to the middle-aged man wearing brown. By this time Dean was pale like he was attacked.
"Young lad, you better be careful. If it was not for me, you would have been dead". Dean received a voice transmission from Zi.
He was attacked through divine sense attack but Zi helped to reduce the effect of the attack making him alive.
Dean was not the only one looking at the man in brown, Miss Elena was also looking at him.
The middle aged man appeared shocked the attack he sent was enough to kill four Dean not just one and it was a hidden attack that can not be traced back to him but from the look of Dean and Miss Elena they knew it was him.
"Old dog don't worry I will free you from your dog duty very soon, with that Young brat of yours watching". Dean said to the middle aged man in brown signaling Miss Elena with his hand to lead the way.