Ha! Huff! Huff!
Max and Amara were lying side by side on the bed, naked and breathing heavily. They had just finished their intense 'activity'.
After Amara's breathing stabilized, she felt the changes in her body, but when she did; she raised her brows in confusion because she wasn't feeling any weakness and there was no change in her pure yin energy.
She turned to look at Max in confusion and asked, "You… didn't extract my pure yin?"
Max glanced at her and smiled. "Didn't I say I'll reward you? This is your reward."
"T-Thank you." Amara said, giving him a suspicious glance. She then wondered, 'Could it be he hasn't assimilated the energy he extracted the last time?'
Seeing her suspicious expression, Max put on an angry expression and asked, "What? You don't believe me. Should I extract it then?"
Amara trembled and hurriedly nodded. "N-No. I believe you. I believe." No matter if he wanted to reward her or not, it was a good thing she didn't lose any of her yin energy. However, she knew it was only a matter of time before he extracted it again.
After a while, they dressed up. Amara looked at Max, waiting for his orders.
Seeing this, Max said, "Your tribe must have something that can help me consolidate my mana core, right?"
"Yes, master. There is indeed some medicine that can do this." Amara nodded.
"Good. Let's go and get some. I need it." Max said, standing up.
Amara nodded and deactivated the formations and opened the door. Both of them then walked out of the villa and headed toward the tribe's market.
The market wasn't any different from any human or Elvin market. There were shops and stalls where demons were hawking their wares.
Along the way, many recognized Amara and respectfully greeted her and invited her to buy something from their shops or stalls. Amara calmly declined their requests and continued walking deeper into the market.
Soon, they reached the area where cultivation resources sold. She led Max to the biggest shop at the center of the area. Max calmly followed her behind, curiously looking around.
Two young and beautiful winged demons stood on the both sides of the entrance and respectfully greeted and welcomed Amara when they saw her arriving. However, they didn't kneel in greeting. Amara also didn't become angry at them because she could see the duo hadn't recognised her.
She nodded at them and entered the shop. But as Max was about to enter, the demoness duo frowned before one of them slapped toward Max.
Whoosh!
Her demon energy surged toward him with great momentum.
Feeling the pressure, Max immediately knew she was stronger than him and he couldn't afford to take the attack head on.
Therefore, he circulated his three-star mana and dodged to the side just in time.
But before he could say anything, the young demoness growled angrily when she saw her attack miss, "You lowly human, you dare to dodge."
Saying this, she started gathering her demon energy to attack again. However, just then,
Boom!
A boom sounded from beside them. In the next instant, Amara appeared in front of her. Her demon energy rolling about without restraint and a furious expression on her face. She then raised her hand and,
Slap!
Before the enraged demoness could react, she was slapped heavily across her face and was sent flying, crashing against the shop's entrance, spitting out blood.
"You…" The other demoness became angry when she saw her companion being slapped so ruthlessly. However, feeling Amara's energy, she was cowed and didn't dare to attack.
So, she did the only thing she could do. She asked loudly, trying to attract the shop owner and others, "Customer, what are you doing? Don't you know assaulting the shops' employees in the market is a crime?"
…
Seeing her master being attacked, Amara had become inexplicably angry. Before she knew, she was already in front of the young demoness who had attacked Max and had slapped her away.
Just as she wanted to go after her to beat her to death, the second demoness' voice brought her to her senses.
When she realized what had happened, her expression turned ugly, and she cursed in her mind, 'What kind of damned slave seal he implanted on me? It's making me crazy.'
Ha!
She took a deep breath and stopped thinking about it. She then glared at the second demon girl and coldly asked, "What else do you expect me to do when you attack my people without any reason? Should I just watch it?"
"He is your slave?" The young demon asked. But seeing Amara not respond, she slightly bowed her head and apologised. "I apologise on behalf of my fellow employee for the misunderstanding. We thought he was some stray who was trying to sully our shop by entering it."
Hearing this, Amara snorted coldly and glanced at the demoness who was getting up, wiping the blood from her lips, and chillingly said, "Get over here and apologise to him."
"Heh! You want me to apologise to a lowly human? I won't." The young demoness scoffed.
"How dare you?" Hearing this, Amara became angry again and released her energy. However, before she could do anything, a female voice sounded from inside the shop.
"What's happening here?"
After the voice, a female demon slowly walked out of the shop. She was wearing a beautiful purple embroidered dress, her body was lithe and her figure graceful. She had a pair of succulent red lips and deep and mesmerising blood-red eyes.
As she gracefully walked out, everyone's attention was attracted by her.
"Wow! She is such a beauty. Who she is?" Someone from the passers-by exclaimed when he saw her.
"What? You don't the Beille's shop's main shopkeeper?"
"She is that legendary woman. It's my first time seeing her. I heard she doesn't personally manage the shop? Why she is here today?"
Similar discussion broke out among the crowd. Her graceful charm completely hypnotised them.
"Mistress. It's that woman. She attacked me just because I misunderstood that lowly human who is her slave, as a stray, and tried to keep him out. She even wants me to apologise to him now." The young demon cried out in front of her.
"Oh?" Hearing this, the woman frowned and shifted her gaze to Amara.
When she took a closer look, a smile appeared on her face.
Whoosh!
In the next instant, she appeared in front of Amara, her hands pulling Amara's cheeks as she giggled. "Hehe, isn't this my favourite little niece? Why are you here? Oh, right? You must have found out I was here today, so you came to meet me, right?"
Amara's lips twitched when she heard this. She grabbed her hands and stopped her from pulling her cheeks.
Then, while rubbing her cheeks, she begrudgingly said. "Aunty. Do you have no shame? How could you act like this in front of so many people? I have a reputation to maintain here."
Seeing the interaction between them, the young demon girl's face turned white, and she mumbled, "S-She… knows the mistress?"
People in the crowd, who only had eyes for the charming demon, finally noticed Amara.
"Isn't that young lady Amara? Why is lady Beille calling her niece and young lady Amara calling her aunty?"
"Could it be she is the branch leader's sister?"
"No, the branch leader has only two sisters and they are older than him, while lady Beille seems only a few years older than young lady Amara."
…
"Hehe, then let's go inside and talk. It's been such a long time since I last saw you." Beille grabbed Amara's hand and started dragging her along.
"Wait aunty. I'm not done here yet," Amara said, stopping her.
"Oh?" Beille glanced at Max and asked Amara, "Is that your slave?"
"Yes. He is." Amara nodded.
"So, you want that little girl to apologise to him?" She asked seriously.
"That's right." Amara nodded, equally serious.
Beille looked at her in silence, which made Amara nervous. She then glanced at the young demon girl and said, "What are you waiting for? Apologise to him."
Hearing this, the demoness didn't dare hesitate. She had already heard from the crowd that this girl was young lady Amara, branch leader's daughter. She quickly bowed her head to Max and apologised, "Please forgive me for attacking you."
"It's alright. I wasn't hurt." Max calmly said and then secretly signalled Amara with his eyes to enter the shop because he didn't want to attract any more attention.
