Mischevious Plan

"Yes, I believe it," Zeras said, smiling at his younger sister. His gaze shifted upwards towards the sun setting behind the distant mountain, which illuminated the valley they were in with a brilliant golden glow. Their arena was built at the edge of a cliff, giving them a magnificent view of the verdant valley below.

The golden light shimmered in the mist of the crashing waterfalls and reflected off the tranquil rivers that meandered through the valley, making it appear as if the land was truly an immortal paradise for the gods. Zeras took a deep breath and then shifted his gaze back to Lilian, and ruffled her hair once more.

"I still don't get why I'm not allowed to use my Dao's in our fights," she said with another pout on her face. "Won't I learn to fight best if I go all out? Fighting while holding back so much doesn't make sense to me. How is that supposed to help me get stronger?" she asked curiously.