Lyra sat there, clad in robes that didn't seem to quite fit her image. Well, they fit her well, but the points that stuck out of her chest, barely hidden by the awkward fold of her arms, painted a different picture.

Her legs were crossed, almost too strongly, almost as though she was trying to hide what was under there while also playing the part of temptress.

As bubbly and lively as she usually was, at this moment, she might as well have been dancing on the edge of a knife. She looked completely out of place, but that determination in her eyes still remained.

Theron didn't approach the bed, just standing at a distance. There was still quite some fatigue between his brows.

Just now, he had done what felt like enough cultivating and comprehending for a lifetime. He had been in a state of hyper focus for the last week and a half, and he just wanted to relax with the time he had left.

And by relax… what he really meant was sleep so that he would be in tip-top condition for this coming battle. Because make no mistake about it, it would definitely be a battle.

As powerful as he had grown now, Theron hadn't forgotten that his original intention with all of this was to accomplish the task Goddess Sacharro had left for him and find a way to eliminate the Hall of Ice and Heart.

However, that was just a secondary matter right now, something that he had three months to accomplish.

The real problem right now was the Third Elder of the Hall of Ice and Heart, Elder Zyrah.

It had to be remembered that three months ago now, Theron had already deduced that she was on the verge of becoming a Quasi Dome of Heaven expert. Her arrogance, the way she spoke to him so flippantly, meant that she was also aware of what this meant for the both of them as well.

The King Soul Lamp couldn't control the soul of someone that powerful. Theron had to do what Patriarch Nightingale had done with all the others that reached this stage and get rid of her.

Back then, Theron had felt that she was just a handful of months away from reaching this stage, and now that handful of months had passed. Once she was strong enough to pull away from the influence of the King Soul Lamp, her first task would certainly be to come to Theron to take the strand of her soul back and have her revenge.

Even if she didn't try to treat Theron as an enemy—something that was more fantasy than a possibility—Theron would still end up in the crossfire.

Patriarch Nightingale was gone. Even if Elder Zyrah wasn't just some vindictive bastard like everyone else in the cultivation world seemed to be, what would happen once she put two and two together?

Patriarch Nightingale had been chasing a Demon Chosen when he disappeared, and now the King Soul Lamp was in Theron's hands after he mysteriously joined the Nightingale Sect?

There was no way to wipe himself clean even if he jumped into the River Styx.

Then there was still the matter of what Patriarch Nightingale had even been planning with all of these experts to begin with.

There was also no way that Patriarch Nightingale didn't know how close Elder Zyrah was to reaching the Quasi Dome of Heaven Realm as well. So how had he planned on dealing with it? Or what plans did he have that he thought it was so worth it to leave her alive?

There were so many questions, and even with his intelligence, Theron couldn't even begin to have answers for them all.

He wanted nothing more than to just kick Lyra out right here and now so he could focus on the task at hand.

He wasn't a normal fifteen-year-old boy. He could experience lust, but he had known early on that this could be a weakness of his.

Just like he had told Malaya, he had long taken steps to make sure he was prepared for this. He was neither a virgin nor inexperienced. The usual tricks older women would use against boys like him could be easily brushed off his shoulders.

Unfortunately… he needed Lyra.

If he was correct, she just might be related to what Patriarch Nightingale had been planning all along. It was just that he didn't have full confirmation of this, just bits and pieces he was still cobbling together.

And for Lyra to be doing this right now, she obviously wasn't acting of her own volition. Matriarch Macie was almost certainly the one forcing her into this state.

If Theron rejected, that would obviously put her in danger and force him to confront Matriarch Macie far earlier than he wanted to. Right now, he felt that he was already capable of killing the bitter old woman, but there was a reason he was here instead of getting his revenge for her disrespect.

Of course, Theron could just play along and pretend. He could gain Lyra's favor in this way as well, and Matriarch Macie didn't have to know what happened here.

But he wasn't sure about taking this route either because it didn't give him a strong enough hold on Lyra.

This seemed like an opportunity to truly control her, which could be a great asset in the future.

He was too used to the cultivation world. Mere gratitude could be easily forgotten. A woman's first—when you were as naive and flowery as Lyra, at least—was a much greater chip to play.

As Theron stood there, lost in thought, Lyra had turned as ripe as a tomato, not even knowing what to do with herself. She had prepared this big speech, but now that the moment had come, a huge lump had formed in her throat, and she was almost more in a mood to cry than seduce anything.

'What do I do?'

They both had the same thought.

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