Celeste Grant looked at Nerida and gestured with her hand. "Don't just stand there. Sit down, let's talk business."
Nerida agreed and sat down across from them.
With a wave of Celeste Grant's hand, a stack of paper, brushes, and ink appeared on the table. It was time to officially begin planning.
"We only have half a year. There isn't much time left. We need to confer and formulate a concrete plan. The Cultivators in the Cultivation World will be fine, as they all have some means of self-preservation. But we also have to consider the ordinary people in the Mortal Realm. We must do everything we can to ensure they all survive."
Nerida looked at Celeste Grant, filled with admiration. 'That's our lady, all right,' she thought. 'Beautiful inside and out. To think she's even considering the ordinary people of the Mortal Realm.'
