The only reason he had taken her as a disciple and kept her in the Primal Heaven Sect was because of her special constitution. Her Primal Moon Constitution was meant to complement his other disciple’s Primal Sun Constitution. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

’But how did things end up so different from what was expected? It was one thing for her to have made no progress in her cultivation, but how did his own disciple’s cultivation drop from the Mid Stage Golden Core all the way to the Foundation Establishment Stage?’

Let alone Sean Lockwood struggling to accept the drop in his cultivation; even he found it difficult to stomach the sight of his disciple at the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Recalling the recent events, Wayless Young had not an ounce of goodwill for Jocelyn Grant. As he left, he said only one thing. "Take good care of your senior brother."

"Yes... Master."

’Even Master is blaming me.’

Jocelyn Grant felt aggrieved.

’Senior Brother was severely injured this time, but I’m not much better off. Master didn’t say a single word of concern for me, and he’s even blaming me. This is so unfair! I’m his disciple, too.’

’I didn’t want Senior Brother to get hurt. How can this be my fault?’

’Nothing ever goes my way.’

Jocelyn Grant thought about everything she had been through, and that night, she sat on her bed, hugged her legs, and cried.

Someone approached the bed. When Jocelyn Grant looked up, she saw Sean Lockwood walking over.

Seeing him, Jocelyn Grant shuffled to the edge of the bed and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Senior Brother..."

Seeing her cry, Sean Lockwood felt a flicker of annoyance, but he maintained a gentle expression. "Jocelyn, why are you crying? What’s wrong?"

’My cultivation dropped from the Golden Core Stage to the Foundation Establishment Stage. I’m the one who should be crying, and I haven’t shed a single tear. What does Jocelyn have to cry about? She’s perfectly fine.’

"It’s nothing... It’s not Master’s fault. I’m the one who made him unhappy. I don’t know what to do. I’m the reason you got hurt this time, Senior Brother. Will you blame me?"

Sean Lockwood gently patted her shoulder.

"Don’t cry. It’s not your fault... How could I ever blame you?"

’Senior Brother is so good to me.’

’No, I have to make Master change his opinion of me.’

"Jocelyn, it’s time for us to cultivate together."

As he spoke, he pushed her down onto the bed...

In the days that followed, Jocelyn Grant spent all her time with Sean Lockwood, and as a result, both their cultivation levels began to rise.

Jocelyn Grant was busy as well. She went to serve her master, Wayless Young, tea every few days. Over time, he stopped expressing his displeasure toward her and even gave her and Sean Lockwood some Magic Treasures for protection.

Watching his disciple and Jocelyn Grant leave hand in hand again, Wayless Young let out a sigh.

’Perhaps I really am overthinking things.’

’Forget it.’

’I just hope nothing else goes wrong.’

「Three evenings later.」

Beside a gazebo outside Cloud Abyss Hall, Javier Sinclair was teaching his son swordsmanship. The father and son’s forms were in perfect sync, their movements fluid and graceful. Even the Demonic Qi they emanated was cast from the same mold.

The sight was rather grim. Anyone unfamiliar with them would likely be instinctively frightened by the scene.

The moment she saw him, Celeste Grant felt her back ache.

She stood on the veranda, one hand on the railing as she leaned her body against it.

’I’m completely drained right now. Just imagine, me, a Golden Core Stage Cultivator, completely drained!!! The Archfiend’s cultivation is just that terrifying.’

’This won’t do.’

’I have to get stronger.’

’I’ll do this just to prove a point!’

She gritted her teeth.

"You just wait."

The moment she spoke, the man who had been practicing with his sword a second ago was standing right in front of her.

From the other side of the railing, he propped one hand on it and just looked at her.

"Waiting for what?"

He bent down slightly, looking at her.

Suddenly, he smiled.

"Looking to get even?" he asked, leaning close to her ear. "I’ll be waiting..." he whispered.

Celeste Grant blushed.

She pushed him away.

"Go on, get out of here. I can’t be bothered with you."

Aaron Sinclair’s voice came from not far away.

"Daddy, are we going to keep practicing?"

Javier Sinclair glanced at him.

"Can’t you see your old man is busy with something important?"

The words had barely left his lips when her son arrived, propped his hands on the railing, and vaulted right over.

Aaron Sinclair hugged Celeste Grant’s waist.

"Mommy..."

"My sweet boy."

Celeste Grant reached out, cupped his face, and gently squished his cheeks.

"Alright, alright, if Mommy keeps squishing my super handsome face, it’s going to turn into a bun."

Celeste Grant burst out laughing.

"Aren’t you Mommy’s little bun?"

Javier Sinclair’s eyes softened as he watched the mother and son standing on the other side of the railing.

He lightly tapped his son’s head with his finger.

"Your mother is very tired, so don’t bother her. Son, if you’re bored, go catch a Spirit Beast and make some soup to replenish her strength."

Hearing this, Celeste Grant blushed. "No need, I’m fine. I don’t need any replenishing."

Aaron Sinclair believed his father. He looked at his mother and nodded repeatedly.

"You do look pretty drained. Mommy, just wait here. I’ll go catch a Chirping Spiritfowl and make you some soup."

The words had barely left his mouth when his figure vanished, leaving only a wisp of lingering Demonic Qi.

Celeste Grant raised her hand to call him back, but he was already gone.

"But... I really don’t need it."

She turned her head to look at Javier Sinclair and glared at him. "Look at the nonsense you’re spouting."

Javier Sinclair raised an eyebrow slightly.

"I was merely speaking the truth. Are you saying you’re not tired? Not drained?"

Celeste Grant covered his mouth with her hand.

"Don’t say another word, or you can sleep on the floor from now on."

Javier Sinclair stopped talking.

’The great Demonic Sovereign, banished to the floor by his wife. If word got out, how could he ever show his face again?’

"Celeste... I won’t say any more."

’I really don’t want to sleep on the floor.’

Celeste Grant held out her hand.

"Carry me."

"Not without a kiss."

Celeste Grant gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"I’m craving barbecue. Let’s go check out the night market."

"Alright."

Javier Sinclair reached over the railing, scooped her up, and slung her over his shoulder before leaping into the air and flying off.

「High in the sky.」

He flew onward, riding his sword.

Celeste Grant was draped over his shoulder.

"Darling, do you really think this is an appropriate way to carry me? This is how you end up single, you know."

Realizing his mistake, Javier Sinclair quickly shifted her from his shoulder into a proper embrace, holding her waist with one arm. "I’ll be more mindful next time."

Celeste Grant gave a dry laugh.

"You want there to be a next time? It sounds like you have a death wish."

’Is she threatening to poison me?’

He hugged her waist from behind. "How would I dare? Just look at my standing in this family. I’m barely a step above the Cub our son is raising."

Hearing this, Celeste Grant laughed out loud.

’This man always says the most outrageous things.’

’But then again, it fits his personality.’

Javier Sinclair walked the line between righteous and evil. He could be gentle, but also cold and deadly. He sometimes had a roguish air about him, would curse and speak with a sharp tongue, and would even arrogantly refer to himself as "your old man." He was definitely not the cold and aloof type.

After all, he was a leader of The Demonic Sects; you couldn’t expect him to be refined. To put it bluntly, he was like a mob boss.

Soon, the two of them arrived at the night market.

When they arrived, the night market stalls were already being set up.

To avoid being recognized and enjoy a proper stroll, they used Magic to give themselves unremarkable faces before walking hand-in-hand into the crowd.

Although it wasn’t quite nighttime yet, the night market was already bustling with activity.