Leylin frowned as he looked at Linley. “That dying blow spiritual attack the God released…the soul of even most Gods wouldn’t have been able to take it, much less yours. How is it that you seem to be completely unaffected?”
This question had stumped Leylin for quite a while.
“This…” Linley didn’t know what to say.
Could it be that he would tell Leylin that he had a damaged soul-protecting Sovereign artifact? A Sovereign artifact, even a damaged one, was more than enough to cause a Highgod to become red-eyed with desire.
“Haha, I’m being rude.” Leylin laughed loudly. “I shouldn’t ask a question like this. Linley, just live nearby for now. If you have any training questions, you can ask me.”
“Alright.” Linley nodded.
“You need to master the spiritual attack aspects of the Throbbing Pulse of the World as soon as possible,” Leylin laughed.
Linley and Bebe thus began living within the manor and quietly training within. Occasionally, when puzzled, Leylin would use some examples to help explain to Linley. Sometimes, Linley would suddenly understand. If he didn’t understand, then Leylin would have Linley to slowly think about it on his own.
All Leylin could do with regards to training was occasionally give some guidance.
Linley’s training days were very happy and peaceful, but in the Rohault Empire, that Highgod, Sadista, had been in a terrible mood in recent days.
Within the courtyard, Sadista was currently dining with his two Gods. Only, Sadista’s face was very gloomy, and the two Gods didn’t dare to make any sound.
“Bang!”
Sadista slammed the crystal wineglass onto the table, then rose and walked out of the living room. Because Sadista had used a little too much force, the crystal wineglass actually shattered.
The two Gods glanced at each other.
“Danny [Dan’ni], ever since Anras died, during this past month, Lord Sadista has been in a terrible mood. How should we resolve this?” The middle-aged man with short silver hair said.
They were frustrated as well.
If Sadista was always in such a gloomy, dark mood, their lives wouldn’t be comfortable either. They would be in the Yulan Plane for nearly a thousand years, after all. If they had to spend a thousand years in nervousness, that would indeed be quite miserable.
“Right. This has to be resolved. I’ll go discuss this matter with Uncle.” That youngster, Danny, said. Danny was Sadista’s nephew. Thus, it fell upon him to deal with this.
Sadista was wearing a noble, lavish violet robe. Standing in the beautiful flower gardens, he was in a very bad mood, despite how beautiful the flowers were.
“This Linley is a mere Demigod. In order to kill him, Anras died! And right now, I still can’t go act against him!” Sadista’s heart was filled with repressed anger.
He was indeed capable of killing Linley, and perhaps Beirut wouldn’t find out.
But if Beirut did find out, then he, Sadista, wouldn’t be able to enter the Necropolis of the Gods.
“The Necropolis of the Gods matters more!” Sadista kept on reminding himself. For the sake of the Necropolis of the Gods, he had to choose to remain in hiding and not go deal with Linley. But he still felt angry and resentful. After all, Linley was only a Demigod. How could Sadista not vent this anger in his heart?
Smoldering rage!
“Uncle.” A sound rang out.
Sadista glanced over. Calmly, he said, “Oh, Danny. What is it?”
“Uncle, in the past month, I’ve seen that you are always in a bad mood. Anras is dead and gone. In addition, he was only a God. There’s no need to care so much about it.” Danny said.
Sadista snorted but didn’t say anything.
He didn’t care about a God. What made him miserable was that he had suffered a setback, but could only endure instead of venting his anger. If he had been angered by an expert, that was one thing. But in this case, he had been angered by a Demigod.
How could he calm down?
He wanted to go kill him, but what if Beirut found out? What then?
Smoldering, suppressed rage!