At that thought, her gaze fell on her younger brother and son.
Celeste Grant reached out and stroked their heads. "You two must cultivate diligently in the future." 'After all, only by becoming strong can I keep others from coveting their Spirit Roots and trying to steal them.'
As long as the heroine and her men weren't completely wiped out, Celeste Grant wouldn't lower her guard. 'After all, they can't hurt anyone if they're dead.'
Charlie Grant nodded. "I understand, Sister."
Aaron Sinclair said, "Mother, we'll cultivate diligently."
"Good. You're so well-behaved."
As she spoke, she reached out and gently pinched each of their cheeks.
Her enlightenment this time had lasted quite a while.
'Come to think of it, it's been almost seven years! Just a little over a month shy. So, has that Jocelyn Grant, the one Nerida tossed to the ends of the earth, made it back to her Sect yet?'
