Pip gently shook his head.
"I'm alright, Master. Even though Lulu is gone, she's always in my heart. She's never truly left. And I'm not lonely now—I have my three children, and I have you."
Aaron Sinclair reached out and gently patted his head. "Good. I'm glad you think that way."
Just then, the other wintergourds soaking in the hot spring with Aaron Sinclair gathered around.
"Patriarch, what brings you here?"
"I sensed a kinsman's Cultivation being restored."
"This aura... Patriarch, you've recovered!"
Pip looked at the wintergourds gathered around him and said, "Yes, my Cultivation has been restored."
The gathered wintergourds cheered happily.
"That's wonderful!"
Aaron Sinclair's gaze fell on Pip, and he couldn't help but laugh. "So you're a grandpa now, Pip."
