Above Soul Rending Peak, Amphorae slowly descended with Lyla, Zaire and Damaris in tow. Although she wanted to head to the conference imdiately, she took the feelings of Lyla and Zaire into account and allowed them to co and see so friends and family. As for Damaris, she was dragged along due to the fact Amphorae had to keep an eye on her. At least for now, her life wasn’t her own.
When Amphorae appeared above Planet Agios, she had stated her na as Amphorae Sacharro. Under normal circumstances, this wouldn’t an much, but after finding out that Lyla and Zaire were familiar with Damaris and had also told her about how their elder brother was a saint, yet capable of defeating her, she had no choice but to take Damaris.
Either one of these events alone wasn’t a big deal, however, together, they all pointed toward Dyon’s true identity. It wasn’t exactly a big deal for Dyon’s connection with Amphorae to be exposed, but the problem was his connection with Zaire and Lyla. Simply put, if Damaris spread this information with Dyon being unawares, he could make moves very detrintal to himself without being aware.
Damaris’ brows furrowed, but had no choice but to consent. There was no one left in her Clan powerful enough to fight off Amphorae. Although they did have a Higher Existence Ancestor and a few Peak Dao Formation experts who wouldn’t go to sothing as petty as a conference, they had been in seclusion for several thousand years. They wouldn’t co out just to save her.
‘Why do I sense a familiar aura here…’
The mont Damaris stepped into Soul Rend Universe, she felt incomparably comfortable. It seed like the Feng Shui here was balanced to perfection… She was almost certain that this was a Clan at such a high level that she couldn’t fathom it. Who knows how she’d react if she knew that this was the current 98th rank quadrant?
However, she also sensed sothing else. Not just one Dragon aura… But two? No, not just two, there was a third, but their bloodline was so suppressed that even Damaris almost didn’t catch it.
Without a word Damaris flashed over the Sect. Amphorae didn’t bother making a move and just watched with a raised eyebrow.
It was at that mont that Giralda’s brow twitched. “Who?…”
With the forr Master’s status, he had earned a spot in the inner sect, so he was allowed to move his family in with him. Of course, Giralda could also earn an inner disciple position herself, but she had never spoken to Dyon about it.
It wasn’t long before the two won stood face to face. Damaris’ was colored in shock and confusion, but Giralda couldn’t hold back her tears.
The commotion of a high celestial soaring over their Sect with impunity had caught the attention of many, including the Demon Generals and the big bellied Delia. However, the scene they saw wasn’t what they expected at all.
“Demon Generals greet Mistress Sacharro!” The mont they laid eyes on Amphorae, they felt Dyon’s aura on her and imdiately understood. It seed their Commander had taken another wife.
So of them couldn’t help but shake their heads and laugh as they kneeled. This Commander of theirs was truly capable.
Amphorae nodded faintly, but didn’t say much else. She was more curious about this interaction between Giralda and Damaris.
‘So valiant…’ Those in the surroundings thought.
“Little Lyla? Little Zaire? Is that you?” The big bellied Delia floated into the air but was imdiately supported by Ava.
“You shouldn’t move so much, Delia.” Ava lightly scolded. “The baby will be here in just a few weeks. Eli has probably already lost his mind in this ten second absence of yours.”
Delia lightly smiled and allowed Ava to help her into the air.
“Big Sister Delia, your belly is so big!” Zaire grinned wildly, but his response was another elbow by Lyla.
“Be more mindful of your words.” She said exasperatedly.
Delia giggled, taking these two youths into her arms like a loving mother. She hadn’t seen them in so long, she could still rember when they were toddlers clinging to Dyon’s legs. Now look at them.
It was obvious that her motherly aura was growing by the second as her day of labor approached.
“And you are?” Delia blinked, looking toward Amphorae. She had heard the Demon Generals call her Mistress Sacharro, but she only knew three won who went by that na. “Oh! You must be Amphorae. That bad guy found you yet actually didn’t tell us!”
Delia smiled brightly. She was slightly off-put by Amphorae’s valiant aura, but she could tell that this woman had no intention to harm her.
“Your child…” Amphorae said lightly. “He’s very talented! Congratulations.”
Delia didn’t understand the weight of these words coming from Amphorae’s mouth, but Lyla and Zaire did. This was a woman who reached the middle dao realm at 150 years old, just how high were her standards!?
However, Delia only bitterly smiled at these words. She had been trying to keep the gender a secret as a last surprise for herself, but who knew that she’d run into such an expert in the final monts?
Amphorae seed to have sensed that she said sothing wrong and beca slightly flustered.
Lyla giggled, taking her arm in hers. “It’s okay, it’s just a little mistake.”
“I’m… Sorry.” Amphorae said stiffly.
“No, no. It’s no problem.” Delia waved her arms. She didn’t want there to be a wall built up between her and her Big Brother’s wife. However, before she could say more, the sobbing of two won covered the Sect.
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