The scarred man jumped in shock. He hadn't even noticed another person had appeared in the courtyard. It was obvious this was a cultivator with techniques far superior to his own.
When he turned around, he saw a young man in casual red robes with a handsome, eye-catching appearance. He snorted and sized him up. This youth looked like a typical rich brat who didn't know his place. Without hesitation, he shouted, "Who are you?! You dare meddle in our business?!"
"Sir Darian, they're completely unreasonable…!"
Temzi struggled to her feet and shouted with all her strength, clearly worried about him. But her voice faltered at the end, and she twisted in pain from her broken ribs.
Darian sighed. "Little Temzi, don't worry. This is just a dream. Sleep, and when you wake up, everything will be over."
After his words, Darian gave a light wave. Then Temzi's eyelids grew heavy, and she fell asleep.
