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Dyon turned his pure gaze to Mithrandir. "You should thank me Madame Norville."1

Mithrandir furrowed her eyebrows, gritting her teeth in anger. "What could I possibly have to thank you for?"

"Can it be possible that you don't have an understanding of your own manifestation?"

Mithrandir's eyes narrowed, seemingly understanding what Dyon was trying to get at.

"If you want to make further progress in your cultivation with me, it won't be possible. I have a fiancee and I'm quite loyal," Dyon said shamelessly, "but, I was at least able to give you a helpful hint, no? So, you're welcome."

"You! – " Mithrandir was shivering, not knowing how to respond to Dyon's shamelessness. Who asked him to help her again?!

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