Outside the house, Vymara stood strangely silent beside Darian, searching for words. Meanwhile, Darian was quickly thinking of a way to get rid of this problem, so he could cultivate peacefully in this place.
Soon, his mind wandered to the clash he had with Vymara. He remembered the Yin power he felt in her dagger. That was clearly a technique created by his Aunt Rehvka.
Darian sighed. He didn't intend to get too involved with the people of this universe because he felt he wouldn't stay here for very long. In his other life, he had already formed many bonds and helped many people; in the end, that cost him time.
If possible, this time, he just wanted to cultivate alone. But… the only option that came to his mind went completely against that.
"Lady Vymara, I have a request for you." Darian suddenly said, after accepting his fate.
Vymara stopped walking and turned to him seriously. "Please, speak."
