Those days had truly been comfortable—a feeling she had never once enjoyed under the Heavenly Principles.
She had not needed to worry about anything. She had only needed to wait.
And then she had been dragged back to work overtime.
"Really? I don't believe you. You were grinding your teeth in your sleep back then, calling out your new master's name." Istaroth tilted her head, her silver-white hair sliding over her shoulder with the motion.
"Since returning to Sky Island, when have I had any time to sleep?" Ronova retorted.
Ronova did not deny the part about grinding her teeth and calling Chen Li's name.
But sleeping was out of the question.
With Ronova's workload after returning to Sky Island, how could she possibly sleep?
"Then perhaps I remembered wrong. Or perhaps it was Naberius. She seems quite satisfied with this new master who can suppress Gold Rhinedottir." Istaroth gave a bland little "oh."
"Rather than me, you should be the one interacting with this new master more often." Ronova glanced at Istaroth.
"How so?" Istaroth blinked.
"I don't know whether Naberius has been dreaming lately. But when you sleep, you really do call out this new master's name." Ronova's voice suddenly turned meaningful.
Istaroth froze for a beat.
Just one beat.
"After all, the power of that punch that pierced through five hundred years of history was indeed terrifying." Istaroth resumed her even tone.
"Was it really only fear? I recall you saying something about how fragrant he was..." The corners of Ronova's lips curled upward.
"Let me turn off the open mic... And let me correct you: I said his Starstones smelled wonderful." Istaroth abruptly cut her off.
"This won't do. As they say, the best way to overcome fear is to face it. Once you spend time