Dyon was shocked by these words. Wasn’t Violet just a core disciple? Even if core disciples had high status, it couldn’t possibly be enough to stroll into the courtyard of the Vice Master, could it?
Could it be that Evangeline was so blatantly disrespected, even by disciples? Or was it that Violet’s identity wasn’t so simple?
Now that Dyon thought about it, he had assumed that Violet would be among the two core disciples he would spar with. However, he turned out to be wrong, which meant at the very least, Violet was ranked higher than those two bottom ranked core disciples.
Seeing Dyon’s confusion, the little girl quickly continued. “I’m sorry, young master Jafari. She is the Head Master’s daughter, my status is far too small to refuse her.”
Hearing this, Dyon was enlightened. No wonder why she could stroll around the courtyards of high ranking elders so easily, she was actually of such high birth. Dyon didn’t know much about the Head Master, but he did know that he had managed to reach his position despite not being a member of the two main families. His achievements were truly commendable.
Dyon stood, patting the head of the little servant girl who couldn’t have been more than eleven or twelve years old. “There’s no need to be so polite to me, just call me Dyon. What’s your name?”
“R-Rose.” The little girl stuttered. She wasn’t used to interacting with people and normally dealt with Evangeline alone. It could be said that her life was very good now despite it having started off so terribly.
“That’s a beautiful name, Little Rose. I have a little sister who’s just as adorable as you are, although she’s probably grown a lot since I last saw her.” There was a hint of sadness in Dyon’s voice, he really did miss Little Lyla and Zaire.
Little Rose’s large browns eyes looked up at Dyon and blinked before a smile crossed her small face.
“You have a little sister?” Suddenly, another voice called out causing Dyon to frown slightly. Apparently Violet hadn’t felt like waiting and directly entered. The more time that passed, the more Dyon was angered by his sealed soul. Since when had people been able to sneak up on him like this.
Hearing Violet come in, Little Rose scurried away to attend to her own matters. From Dyon’s Perception, he could tell that her cultivation was even better than those fools who had practiced for decades. It made him even more certain that Evangeline’s origins weren’t so simple. To be eleven years old, yet already on the brink of the essence gathering stage was a cultivation speed that rivaled the top 40 or so quadrants, and was clearly far better than what this 98th quadrant could live up to.
Of course, it still wasn’t comparable to the speed of top most geniuses. After all, Dyon’s own little brother reached the essence gathering stage at a mere seven years old. However, there were very few people who could provide more resources than Dyon. So, he was very impressed by this little Rose girl.
The oddest part about it all was that it was the Dragon King that told Dyon this. If it wasn’t for that, she would have looked like an ordinary little girl. Evangeline truly had some great methods.
Recomposing himself, Dyon responded. “To what do I owe the pleasure, Lady Violet?”
Violet didn’t seem to notice that Dyon ignored her question, instead, she leisurely took Evangeline’s vacated spot and poured herself a cup of tea.
Dyon calmly sat across from her, looking off into the distance as though he didn’t care whether or not she answered.
“I would like you to join my faction. For a talent on your level, of course I would personally make a trip.”
“Faction?”
“Indeed. We have factions for various reasons, not all of these reasons are restricted to the sect either. For example, fighting for resources in the Epistemic Tower is a major reason they exist as well. As much as we hope to be a cohesive whole when we enter, that just isn’t the case. Because our ranking is low to begin with, many have lost hope. It’s a vicious cycle.
“It begins with us having too few resources to go around, which leads to us fighting over them, which results in factions, with then leads back to us having too few resources to go around.
“The most unfortunate part is that we don’t have a single expert that’s managed to climb to the celestial floors, so we’re stuck with the poor resources of the saint floors.”
Violet sighed. In order to make it to the celestial floors, the very first and most basic requirement was to become a celestial within 1000 years. This was because the age cap of the saint floors was exactly that. This requirement alone was already an impossible task for this 98th quadrant. It already took most of them about 200 years to even make it near the peak of the essence gathering stage. Even their best talents would struggle to sense saint energy because of their damaged souls, causing them to delay their break through into sainthood.
In the end, it was considered lucky to break into sainthood by 500 years old here. To then, with that pace, think of becoming a celestial before 1000 years was nothing more than a fool’s dream.