Dyon didn't care if she was a 'high class' prostitute that only sold her talents. When had his, Dyon Sacharro's wife, have to sell herself, in any way, to anyone? If the master had to do so, wouldn't that imply that the disciple had to do so as well?
Anyone who even completed such thoughts only deserved a death sentence in Dyon's opinion. And, the person who caused such thoughts to brew was even more responsible.
It could only be said that after awakening his mories, Dyon had beco several tis more conservative. In the past, though Madeleine hadn't sold herself, she had still been the boss of a similar establishnt due to her connection with the Flaming Lily Sect.
Back then, Dyon hadn't had any weird feelings about it. He hadn't even spared it a second thought.
This was only natural. The version of himself with slumbering mories was raised in the mortal world. In such a place, even a wife having a few partners before settling down with the man she loved the most wasn't a weird occurrence. In fact, it was encouraged in many parts of the world. As a result, Dyon was more free thinking and open minded.
However, it was almost impossible for a few hundred years' worth of mories to override trillions.
As far as Dyon was concerned, he had already given those mories enough face. Had he not had those mories of the mortal world, he would have destroyed this Sparkling Zither Pavilion and massacred everyone in it first before he even began to question Athyst to decide whether or not she should follow them to their deaths..
In his mind, they should be grateful for his magnanimity.
"I…. I… I…"
Athyst felt so stifled that she began to cry like a toddler, unable to finish her words.
At that mont, a taller beauty with an aura so sharp it made her impossible to glance directly at, and a shorter beauty with delicate brown skin and a presence as heavy as a mountain suddenly appeared before Dyon.
"You two are planning on stopping ?" Dyon asked expressionlessly.
"And so what if we are?" Lilith put her hands on her hips. "If we didn't appear, you really would kill her."
"She deserves death." Dyon replied in a monotone manner.
Saru ignored Dyon and had already gone to console the crying Athyst. She truly looked too pitiful. The mont she got the slightest hint of support, she practically leapt into Saru's arms.
"Be more lenient or else you'll have no choice but to co to a brothel too." Lilith said in a stern manner.
At this point, Dyon was speechless. After she said such a thing, how would he maintain his imposing deanor? Was this even fair? It seed these two were very much aware that they had special privileges others didn't as his wives, and they clearly took full advantage of it.
Seeing Dyon not knowing how to respond and the fact his expressionless visage had cracked thanks to his now twitching lip, Lilith grinned, revelling in her victory.
The two of them had spent many decades with Athyst. Even if she ca here of her own free will, they wouldn't sit idly by while she was killed like this.
One might think that their old mories might override the new ones much like Dyon's had in large part, however there were two important matters to consider. Firstly, they hadn't lived for trillions of years like Dyon had. But, that truth could be set aside because even if it wasn't that long, it was still billions at the very least.
The second and most important point was that they had a good impression of Athyst while Dyon had never had one.
No matter how Dyon's old mories had overrides his new ones, it wasn't like he could say such a thing to his own master if she was sitting here.
If it really was Esralda who was in Athyst's place, wouldn't the connotation be similar? However, there was no way that Dyon would threaten to kill the master that helped raise him up in this life.
Ultimately, it was simply a matter of him not liking Athyst very much. Who asked her to try to kill him the mont she first laid eyes on him? She could only bla herself.
Many hours later, long after Dyon had left the destroyed front gate of Sparkling Zither Pavilion, Athyst had finally cald down enough to explain what happened.
She had indeed joined of her own free will.
After leaving the Well Clans, it was a bit difficult for her to make it out on her own. Even if she wanted tomake it back to the Phoenix Hegemon, it would take thousands of years of travel at the very least. She didn't have any resources and her knowledge of the outside world was too lacking. So, since Dyon so unceremoniously kicked her away without leaving her any help, she could only try to make her own way.
Travel across the immortal plane simply took too long. Even the Immortal God they sent after Dyon took the several years Dyon spent within the Yin Soldier immortal legacy world to finally make it within striking distance of him. It was just a pity for her that the mont she got close, he pierced through the final bits of his restriction and used it to kill her.
The most pitiful part, actually, was that that Immortal God hadn't even been aware that Dyon was her target. She was simply caught a whiff of his breakthrough into the fourth facet and began making her way in his direction to investigate. Then, years later, his final chain broke just when she was about to find him. It could only be said that her luck was terrible.
Eventually, maybe by coincidence, Athyst ended up taking up the sa profession Kukan and beca an immortal hunter. She had joined the Sparkling Zither Pavilion for many years because she had reason to believe that one of her targets liked to frequent it.
However, 'frequent', in the mind of immortals, could be anything from once a day to once a decade. So Athyst was settling into her role so that her target wouldn't find her sudden appearance to be suspicious to her target.
Ultimately, Dyon had wronged her a bit. But, he had no intention to apologize.
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