Chapter 7: The Dance of Emotions

Eon wasn't swayed by such tactics. As a cultivator of the Emotionless Path, she was immune to the charms of those who practiced the Path of Passion.

"No need. Money I earn myself feels more secure and reliable."

Once out of school and no longer a student, adults needed to be independent. She vaguely remembered that she had already graduated from university during this period.

However, she had no intention of working a regular job. If she could sell elixirs—well, now they were medicinal concoctions—why bother with the grind of a nine-to-five?

Ambition? That was a thing of the past. Right now, all she wanted was to coast through life. Once she had her fill of this world, she'd simply end it all on her own terms.

"I'm actually quite wealthy now, really."

Lucian had come prepared. He shoved a bulging wallet stuffed with various cards into Eon's hands, looking unbearably smug.

"The password for all the cards is your birthday. Spend as much as you want. You'll soon learn what it means to have more money than you could ever spend—truly, more than you could ever spend."

Eon: "?"

"Why is the password my birthday? Are you secretly in love with me?"

"Cough, cough, cough—" Perhaps caught off guard by Eon's bluntness, Lucian was sent into a coughing fit.

His handsome, roguish face turned bright red, but under Eon's suspicious gaze, he quickly regained his usual composure. Calmly, he explained, "I still owe you 9.9 million top-grade spirit stones, remember?"

"Of course, I haven't forgotten. But you know, with my poor health, I'm afraid I might accidentally forget. So, I used your birthday as the password for my bank cards. That way, every time I spend money, I'm reminded of the debt I owe you, and it keeps me from being too extravagant. Yes, that's it."

Eon hadn't forgotten, but…

Eon: "There's something I need to confess."

Lucian: "What?"

Eon: "After you died in battle, your sword somehow ended up following me. It helped me a lot during the final battle against the Evil God with the other disciples.

During the tribulation, it was with me too. Since I'm gone now, your sword… it's probably not in good shape either."

At the last moment, she had released all her contracted items, hoping to set them free. Yet, they had all chosen to stay and face the tribulation with her.

It made sense that the items bound to her by contract would have feelings for her, but why had Lucian's sword stayed? She didn't understand.

Was it because she had spent a fortune having it repaired by an artificer? That couldn't be it. Spirit swords didn't easily form attachments to people.

Lucian: "It did well."

Eon instinctively replied, "What?"

The man's eyes were gentle, the warmth in them seemingly capable of melting glaciers that had stood for millennia.

And in those eyes right now was her reflection.

For a moment, a part of Eon's heart trembled uncontrollably, as if an emotion she shouldn't have had stirred, or perhaps an old emotion had reawakened at the right moment, only to fade away just as quickly.

For reasons unknown, the two of them tacitly avoided delving deeper into the topic. Lucian agreed to Eon's proposal, and after exchanging contact information, they bid each other farewell.

"Mr. Drayden, a moment." Caelan called out to Lucian.

Lucian wasn't in a hurry to leave. He leaned against the Rolls-Royce, watching Eon's retreating figure. At the sound of Caelan's voice, he turned, his expression amiable and his tone friendly. "Yes, brother? What is it?"

Caelan: …

Being in the same business circle, Caelan knew Lucian was far from a kind man. On the contrary, this man was dangerous.

At the same time, a few meters away in the parking lot.

"How does sister know Mr. Drayden?" Sera's voice was soft and gentle, still appearing harmless, but there was an undercurrent of tension, as if she were on the verge of an outburst.

Julian had already headed over to Lucian's side when Eon and Lucian parted, leaving only the two of them.

"We met by chance," Eon replied, her tone polite but distant.

Sera: "Did you ask Mr. Drayden to come to our house today?" This time, her tone bordered on accusatory.

"Yes," Eon met Sera's gaze directly, her cool eyes seemingly able to see through people, making them uneasy. "You're afraid."

Sera: "I don't know what you're talking about."

Her carefully concealed emotions being laid bare like this made her panic, but more than that, she felt embarrassed and resentful.

Eon wasn't one to press too hard. She spoke calmly, "I'm not here to compete with you. There's no need to be on edge. I understand you have feelings about my return, but some things should be kept in check. Peaceful coexistence benefits us both."

"I'm emotionally stable, not a pushover. When I get angry, it's not pretty."

Having made her stance clear and offered some advice, Eon felt she had been quite friendly and kind.

"Eon!"

Eon turned her head to see the flamboyant man leaning against his luxury car, one hand resting on the roof and the other waving wildly in her direction. When he saw her looking, he grinned.

"I'm off now. Bye! Don't forget to accept my friend request on WeChat, or I'll keep calling you every day."

His loud voice echoed through the parking lot. Eon, long accustomed to his antics, remained unfazed and calmly waved back.

—She mimicked his gesture, waving her hand in response.

No one knew how the others felt, but Lucian looked delighted. His cheerful laughter could be heard by everyone present.

The white Rolls-Royce smoothly left the Ravencroft estate's parking lot, followed by two cars of the same color but different brands at a discreet distance.

Behind them was a black Maybach and a matching bodyguard vehicle, both belonging to Julian.

Soon, all five cars disappeared from sight.

Outside, the lack of heating made the air bitingly cold.

None of the three siblings had brought coats, so they unanimously decided to head back inside.

Caelan: "Eon, this might be a bit forward, but I have to ask—what's your relationship with Mr. Drayden?"

If Lucian hadn't called him "brother," he wouldn't have pried. After all, it was his sister's private matter. But Lucian's ambiguous attitude toward Eon made it impossible to ignore.

"Of course, you don't have to answer if you don't want to."

Overall, Caelan was a man with a sense of boundaries. But the way Lucian had hugged Eon in the garden had left a lasting impression on the older brother who had just reunited with his sister.

Eon didn't see it as a big deal and answered straightforwardly, "We're friends. Close friends."

"I see." Caelan left it at that, not pressing further.

Eon's answer aligned with Lucian's, with the only difference being that Eon described their relationship as "close," while Lucian had called it "the best in the world."

Recalling how Lucian had spoken about Eon, Caelan felt a mix of speechlessness and concern.

The Lucian who talked about Eon was a far cry from the Lucian he knew. As a man himself, Caelan understood what that meant.

And so, he couldn't help but worry. A man as unpredictable as Lucian being interested in Eon—was that a good thing or a bad thing for her?