Back then, she and Brother Hawthorne had gone to seize a fortuitous opportunity, and it was inconvenient to bring their two children. So, they had left their children in the care of Ivan Hawthorne’s friend in Primal Immortal City.

But who could have known how cruel fate could be? Looking back now, she and Brother Hawthorne were forever separated by death.

Celeste Grant...

’You deserve to die.’

’She forced me into all of this.’ The mere thought of her filled Jocelyn Grant with a bone-deep hatred.

Back then, she had been forced to choose between her lover and her children. She had killed Brother Hawthorne with her own hands—who could possibly understand her helplessness and pain?

Even now, she didn’t know how to face those two children, or how to tell them that their father was gone.

The thought alone sent a pang of unbearable pain through her heart.

She swore in her heart, ’Brother Hawthorne, I will raise our two children well. I will definitely avenge you.’

At this thought, her eyes welled up, and a single tear rolled down her cheek.

’It’s been so long. The two children must miss me by now.’

She missed her children dearly, too. She hadn’t yet found the time to see them since returning from Silverstream Valley.

’Luckily, I have my Senior Brother now. Given his feelings for me, he’ll surely treat the three children as his own.’

Sean Lockwood was the Junior Martial Uncle of Redleaf Peak in the Primal Heaven Sect. His status was noble, and he had the backing of the entire Sect. If he became a father to the three children, at least they wouldn’t be looked down upon in the future.

At this thought, she smiled and said, "Let’s go get the children tomorrow. I miss them so much. The children are the continuation of Brother Hawthorne’s and the others’ bloodline; I have to raise them. Otherwise, I would truly be letting down their spirits in the afterlife."

Sean Lockwood was very displeased to hear this.

Before becoming Taoist Companions with Jocelyn Grant, Sean Lockwood had already had someone investigate her background.

’This Jocelyn Grant had a terrible reputation; she’d been entangled with many men. Her former Taoist Companions, the one surnamed Hawthorne and the one surnamed Young, were both dead. Though the specific reasons were unknown, he’d heard their Primordial Spirits had dissipated completely upon death, making reincarnation impossible. What ’spirits in the afterlife’ could there possibly be?’

’In all the time he’d known Jocelyn Grant, she was almost always talking about her former Taoist Companions and three children. He had let it slide before, but now this woman was his Taoist Companion, yet her mind was still preoccupied with others.’

’Truthfully, he was very dissatisfied with Jocelyn Grant. If it weren’t for her being a Primal Moon Body, the perfect complement to his Primal Sun Body, he would never have become Taoist Companions with such a woman.’

’Although he disdained her background, he had developed some affection for her during their time together. If he could have his way, Sean Lockwood wished she would devote her heart to him and him alone.’

’Seeing her so happy as she spoke of fetching the children grated on his nerves.’

’He didn’t even have a child of his own, and now he was supposed to raise someone else’s. It would be a miracle if he were happy about it. He had always held himself in high regard; the thought of the disciples in the Sect laughing at him for raising other men’s sons was deeply unsettling.’

At this thought, he frowned slightly.

’No...’

’I have to find a way to get those three children out of the picture.’

’The thought of his courtyard being filled with other people’s children in the future made him feel like he was about to have a heart attack.’

’Don’t Jocelyn Grant’s three children have other relatives? I’ll just have to find a way to send them a message and have them taken away.’

’Sean Lockwood was confident that no family would be willing to let their children call another man "father" while their own kin were still around. To many Cultivator Families, that would be a profound insult.’

’As for Jocelyn Grant, he’d just give her some Cultivation Resources as compensation for the three children, and she’d never suspect a thing.’

With this plan forming in his mind, his expression remained utterly gentle.

"Of course! Whatever Jocelyn wants. We’ll go get the children tomorrow."

Jocelyn Grant was deeply moved to see him dote on her and support her so unconditionally.

’There’s still someone in this world who loves me.’

"Sean Lockwood, thank you..."

She reached out and hugged him.

"You’re so good to me."

"Silly girl... Who else would I be good to, if not you? You are my Taoist Companion, the love of my life."

"Brother Lockwood... I love you... I only want you. Don’t leave me." She was terrified that after finally giving her heart to someone again, Sean Lockwood would end up leaving her too.

’Brother Lockwood?’

Sean Lockwood’s expression soured.

The thought of Jocelyn Grant calling her previous Taoist Companions "Brother Hawthorne" and "Brother Young" made his skin crawl.

He grasped her arm. "Jocelyn, I’d rather you call me Senior Brother. From now on, call me Senior Brother. You used to call your previous Taoist Companion ’Brother Hawthorne,’ and I don’t like it."

Jocelyn Grant assumed he was just being jealous and felt a smug sense of satisfaction.

"Senior Brother~ You’re so possessive, but I love that about you. Okay, from now on I’ll call you Senior Brother, and only you."

Sean Lockwood looked at her, his arm wrapping around her waist. "So, how is Jocelyn going to make it up to me?"

"Whatever Senior Brother wants... Jocelyn will do it."

Sean Lockwood pushed her straight to the ground, planting his hands on either side of her and looming over her.

"Jocelyn, you’re so beautiful."

With that, he leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss, the two of them embracing passionately.

’Senior Brother is so impatient,’ Jocelyn Grant thought. ’He must really desire me to be this eager while we’re still in the courtyard.’

She said coquettishly, "Senior Brother~ Let’s go back to our room. I’m afraid someone will see."

"Don’t worry, no one will come here."

"Jocelyn~"

"Senior Brother~"

Beneath a tree in the courtyard, the couple murmured endearments to one another—"Jocelyn," "Senior Brother"—their intimacy on full display.

Meanwhile, Rosso, hidden in the shadows, was so disgusted he felt goosebumps breaking out all over his body.

After two days of careful planning, he had disguised himself as a woman and successfully infiltrated the Primal Heaven Sect, becoming a sweeping disciple in the Outer Sect of Redleaf Peak.

Today was his day on duty sweeping Redleaf Peak. He had finally found his chance.

’Friend Trillia, just you wait for my news.’

The moment Rosso arrived, he saw the Junior Martial Uncle of Redleaf Peak and his Taoist Companion all over each other. To be doing *that* in broad daylight without even bothering to put up a Barrier...

While hiding in the shadows earlier, he had overheard this shameless pair say some truly shocking things.

’The three kids don’t even have the same father?’ 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

’All this female cultivator’s previous Taoist Companions died, and now she’s found another one.’

’Is she some kind of black widow?’

’And she’s making her current Taoist Companion raise other men’s children, making him a willing stepfather. The most unbelievable part is that this new guy is actually happy to accept it. He even said he’d treat her children as his own.’

’He’s practically begging to be a stepfather. I’m impressed.’

’Truly impressive.’

As a man, he’d only ever be good to his own wife and child. Just like now—he was only taking this risk to get enough Spirit Stones to buy a Sixth Grade Marrow Cleansing Pill for his son.

’If it were for someone else’s kid, there’s no way he’d be putting his life on the line.’

’This female cultivator was really something else. To be able to coax a cultivator from the Primal Heaven Sect into becoming a willing stepfather... that had to be a talent of some sort.’

’So these two are Friend Trillia’s enemies?’

At that moment, they were no longer cultivators in his eyes, but piles of gleaming Spirit Stones.

’Son, wait for your dad.’

’Once I finish this job,’

’Dad will be able to buy you that Bone Marrow Cleansing Pill.’

With this thought, he calmly took out his phone.

He would wait until their clothes were in disarray.