412 Old Acquaintances (1/2)

Meanwhile, within the World Tree's Will, before Konrad could join the fray, Yvonne's struggles were interrupted by a new appearance. While Yvonne sat crossed-legged in an ethereal world of lush green prairies, the figure of a young woman with back-length, blood-red hairs and eyes appeared before her.

Dressed in a purple, backless dress, with luminous skin, perfect, full-lips and engrossing phoenix eyes that only served to strengthen the effect of her flawless curves, that woman stood with beauty putting the sun and moon to shame.

And although she appeared out of nowhere, within her eyes, Yvonne could sense no malice. No, it was more complicated than that. An amalgam of contradictory emotions swirled. Emotions that targeted more than Yvonne.

”Who are you? And what do you want from me?”

Yvonne inquired while the woman's eyes locked hers. Silence followed. Twelve seconds of palpable silence during which the woman did nothing besides peering into Yvonne's eyes.

”How frustrating. I'm here to offer you a deal.”

The woman began in a calm, mellifluous voice that could soothe the mind of most. It did nothing to Yvonne. And as that blood-haired beauty folded her arms beneath her voluptuous chest, Yvonne's vigilance rose to new heights.

”Become my disciple, and I will not only take you out of this Tree but bring you onto a new cultivation road. If you follow me, with your potential, I guarantee than one thousand years will be more than enough to surpass the Three Realms' Primogens. With five, the Overlord and the Warden will be left behind.

Beyond that, how far you go will depend on you.”

The woman offered, speaking words that would have made anyone within the Three Realms burst into laughter.

Five thousand years of cultivation. What was five thousand years? A Semi-Saint's lifespan. Nothing more. Before the countless Saints, Sages, and Gods of the multiverse, what was five thousand years? Nothing.

And in that measly amount, that woman guaranteed to bring her beyond the Three Realms' top powerhouses? Either this was supreme conceit, or her qualifications truly stood beyond this verse. For some reason, Yvonne leaned on the later.

”Why?”

She merely asked, for indeed, if a person appeared out of nowhere to offer the moon, the first question was ”why?” But hearing this, for an imperceptible instant, the woman's eyes narrowed.

”I could lie and say that I'm impressed by your talent. But that is inaccurate. I just want you out of this world and am willing to pay for it.”

The woman replied with a tone laced in indifference. But her words made Yvonne's luscious lips curve into an enchanting smirk.

”Out of this world? No. Out of Konrad's life? Yes. Are we by any chance acquainted? Why do you want me away from my husband?”

Yvonne inquired with rising interest. Strange emotions welled up within her chest as she peered back into the woman's eyes. Womanly intuition, perhaps. But she could bet her hand that Konrad was the reason of her presence.

But surprisingly, the woman merely shrugged.

”Acquainted? No, we shouldn't be. But nowadays, those things don't seem that certain anymore. In any case, you're right. I want you out of his life and am paying for it by granting you the opportunity of a lifetime. Why bother with trifles? You don't have to know why.”

The woman reacted in an increasingly condescending tone. Yvonne's smile grew broader.