The moment he asked the question,
Celeste Grant's thoughts flew to her precious son back in the Cunmere Realm. His real body was currently in Cultivation inside an Ice Coffin and wouldn't wake for several decades.
However, a sliver of his Primordial Spirit had traveled through an Array within the Ice Coffin, arriving in Elyndra to become an ordinary person.
Now, her eight-year-old son was sitting right there, looking up at them and asking what had happened all those years ago. She had no choice but to invent a story on the spot. After all, his presence in Elyndra was the direct manifestation of that sliver of Primordial Spirit—he hadn't even needed to be reincarnated.
AHEM... She put a finger to her lips and coughed lightly. Glancing at her son, she began, "Listen to what Mother has to say..." 'Say? Say what?'
'This stupid brain of mine, think fast, make something up!'
She lowered her head slightly.
Her face was a mask of sorrow.
