Yolanda froze for a moment, then nodded vigorously.
"She's quite a beauty."
"Then there's no problem. I think the Ancestor will like her, don't you?"
Yolanda's mouth twitched. "Well, that's true…"
After spending so much time with the Pure Holy Spirit, the platinum-blonde girl's idealized image of the White-haired Ancestor had completely shattered. Compared to others, her family's Holy Spirit was, frankly, a bit of a degenerate.
"Haaa… That's enough. After everything that's happened lately, even I'm exhausted. I'm going to get some rest."
Duke Qinghui slumped into his chair, rubbing his eyes.
Westheid's physical stamina was practically inexhaustible, but his mind hadn't had a moment's rest since he left for the Dusk Lamp Territory. Even a Legendary Celestial Rank powerhouse was still mortal and would feel utterly drained after such high-intensity exertion.
To seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to conquer the Country of Yonglan, Westheid had given it his absolute all.
