"Kessarin, you need to calm down."
A man rushed after another, trying to slow him down to no avail. Every time he grasped at the latter's arm, he would just keep walking. The gap in their power was so much that it was useless.
"Touch me again and I will kill you." Kessarin declared coldly.
The blaring echoes of an arena filled with people swallowed up the rest of his words as he stepped out.
But when he saw the scene in front of him, he was furious beyond belief.
There was Cheri, sitting on the lap of another man. No, to say that she was just sitting wasn't doing the actual scene in front of him justice at all.
The man sat there, indifferent and unbothered, one hand in Cheri's robe, firmly grabbing her breast, and the other between her legs.
Cheri was less sitting as she was squirming, her forehead pressed against the side of the man's neck as though she wanted to hide her rushes of flushed excitement and overwhelming haziness.
The man himself didn't even look up at Kessarin. He sat on the chair like it was a throne, looking out toward the arena below without a single care in the world.
This region was a lookout for the elite disciples. A gathering of the best of the best were here, but such displays of outright affection and raunchiness were usually a lot more reserved here.
There were countless partners fucking in the stands, but they were a level above. It wasn't rare to see a woman on a man's lap here, and there were even a few men on the laps of women, but there was still an upper limit.
The reason the culture of the elites was different from the common disciples here was actually quite simple. They represented their guilds.
The common disciples could do whatever they wanted, while they, even though their own seeds were burning up within them, had to be a lot more careful and cautious.
This was why hierarchy was so important to them. If they slept with an individual that was too powerful for them, they could end up defaming themselves and humiliating their guild.
When the other women looked away from Sylas when Cheri made her interest known, it was actually not just an acknowledgement of Cheri, but also a realization that trying to sleep with Sylas could end up with them getting humiliated.
They were both showing respect to Cheri and themselves by avoiding potential punishment.
As much raunchiness as was going on, it had to be remembered that the two guilds were still technically enemies.
Their cultivation methods benefited from the existence of the other, as did their Genes and Skills. This was why they bedded one another.
But going too far would get them punished.
However, they were also oddly territorial about the partners they had either chosen or were seeking to pursue. Not because of love, but because of pride and also the sake of their own power.
If someone they had their eyes on chose someone else, that was as good as stealing a resource that would grant them power. That was unacceptable.
Things like what was happening with Cheri here happened on rare occasion when one lost themselves in their Sin or was forcefully taken by someone more powerful.
But even then, they wouldn't outright display it before everyone to see like this.
Cheri simply looked absolutely smitten. She couldn't extricate herself even if she tried.


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