Chapitre 477: Death Bracket

"Dyon!" Ri, still being spun around in Dyon's arms finally called out, blushing profusely.

Dyon finally settled his wives down, but the grin on his face hadn't disappeared.

"What are you so happy about?" Ri asked, patting down the wrinkles in her dress – clearly exasperated.

Madeleine giggled. If Dyon was happy, she was happy.

"If what I feel is correct," Dyon secretly messaged with using his wind will, "then it might only take me about ten years instead of the centuries it would have before."

"You mean?" The two of them looked down at Dyon's wrist. Was that weapon really so spectacular?

In typical fashion, they had already understood why Dyon's master's memories had no information on the weapon. It without a doubt had to do with the destruction of the Celestial Deer Sect.