Disperse

Dyon dragged the several hundred-meter-long corpse to the shore. By now, he had fitted himself with a pair of black sweatpants and had released the four celestial beasts who decided to remain in their toddler forms.

Finally, he looked back toward the still confused Flaming Lily Sect disciples.

"I understand that you all have your own pride, or else you would have never been chosen for this trial. You're the best of the younger generation your sect has to offer and as such, you deserve to grow." Dyon's eyes scanned the crowd of women. It was clear that they hadn't expected him to take their feelings into account. It was rare for even Emperors to care about the thoughts of others, let alone Gods and True Gods.