*Yawn*

Elizabeth had a very good nap, ever since she had joined the tournament there was this nagging pressure in her mind that seemed to be hellbent on shattering her piece of mind. After Eishath had joined that headache had been slowly reducing and now... she wondered why she was so worried. Even her dream was very vivid and exciting mirroring her current good mood.

She was at her first match. Getting cheered on by the crowds and facing her first opponent.

She could account for almost everything in very vivid detail. So much so that she could have sworn every was real. The only thing that gave her confidence it was a dream was how basic her opponent looked. It was a male of her age but outside of that, no features seemed prominent on her mind. He looked like all of those faceless pictures of cultivators she had read about all her life.

Of course, that did not last long.

"Hey, my dear Elizabeth, how are you doing?" He heard a soft soothing voice with a very caring tone.

Uh-oh. There was something wrong... Her master only used that voice when something went wrong, specifically when something went wrong with her.

When you spent an entire year with nobody else to talk to you picked up on these sorts of things. Granted she was not perfect and she still sometimes misunderstood him. It happened very recently too.

But this tone of voice was very specific and something Elizabeth had become accustomed to.

She opened one eyebrow and sure enough, he looked concerned.

Even the concerned look was very attractive on his face. She had come into contact with a lot of handsome people some she had seen in this very sect but the one thing she could guarantee without a shadow of a doubt was that her master was very very handsome.

In fact, the very reason why she so readily 'accepted' him, in the beginning, was because he was so ungodly attractive. Something Elizabeth would take to her grave.

Right now, she needed to get to the bottom of that concern.

She shifted her head around and sure enough it rested on one of his well-toned thighs. This was very firm and yet her favorite pillow, one of the benefits of reaching the essence refining stage was that she could probably sleep on solid stone and not suffer a single ache. Something soft like skin and muscle might as well be a soft pillow, especially if it was attached to someone so... hot.

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God what she would do to show him off to the world. A part of her was genuinely disheartened when none of the disciples seemed to notice how hot her master was, she thought her views on attractiveness were skewed and her attractive master had some defect she was not aware of.

It was Eishath who explained to her that their master was constantly suppressing his power. A side effect of that is that one's presence was also substantially reduced. Eishath even said that, if were not for her 'sixth' sense Samuel would be very forgettable. People simply did not bother scrutinizing him because in their minds he was not worth the time.

She then went on to marvel about how great a control their master had on his essence to make it bow to him to such a degree. But the rest of their conversation on the topic was very blurry to Elizabeth.

All that went through her head was that she essentially had a gold dragon hidden as a donkey in plain sight and she hated it.

She would never say it out loud but proving that her desire to save herself for the one had paid off meant a lot to her. She felt it was a type of karmic gift from the heavens that she met her master, one that she would forever cherish.

But she wanted one, just one compliment on how hot her master was and she would be satisfied.

She had to hope that one day he would show off and make other people jealous.

"Elizabeth?..."

"Hmmm..." she answered sleepily while trying to get comfortable.

One of his hands was placed on her hair followed by a gentle caress that brought her out of her daydream. Another benefit of being cultivators was that their palms stay soft because 'calluses' are a form of 'damage'.

Then there was also the fact that he was a walking drug to her and she was not even being metaphorical.

She believed when Eishath had said that his essence was leagues above anything she had ever tasted before. His essence was augmented to be so good that if it were not for his control, just licking his skin would give a cultivator benefit.

In Eishath's own words.

'If I were to combine all the masters I ever had on one scale and master Samuel on the other. The scale would break from the sheer difference in quality and quantity of Samuel's essence. You might realize how significant this is but if I were to choose between having the power of a 'demon-lord' or being treated as a cock-sleeve by your master I would probably choose your master. If he dropped that iron grip on his essence, all we would do all day was lick him we would not even need to take it from the source.'

The conviction in Eishath's tone wanted Elizabeth to ask her master to drop his control and lick him to see if her sister disciple’s held any merit...

"How do you feel about your loss?"

Her pleasant daydream was thus shattered.