Celeste Grant's brow furrowed slightly.
"Why are you staring at me like that? It's creepy. You're not thinking of tossing me into that Ten Thousand Souls Banner of yours for a bit of refining, are you?"
Javier Sinclair's eyebrow twitched. He then said calmly, "If you ever have such a need, feel free to ask me for help at any time."
Celeste Grant took a step back, holding her hands up to ward him off. "Back up, back up... Who needs that? I'd like to live a few more years, thank you." 'You demon, stay away from me.'
'Some Archfiends are destined to be single forever, and for good reason.'
"Oh, by the way, there's something I need to tell you. I think I'm on the verge of a breakthrough. I'm planning to go out, find a good spot to cultivate for a while, and then hunt some low-level demon beasts for practice. That means I'm leaving our son with you. Take good care of him. You'll even have to put him to bed at night."
Javier Sinclair shot her an expressionless glance.
