"The bloodline in your body has been awakened. Follow me back. You'll then be the Grand Sorceress in the future and can kill whoever you want." Penelope smiled.

"I ..." Abigail didn't know what to say.

The sudden presence of a grandmother had caught her off guard. It left her mind in a mess.

"Abigail, the Mystic Arts Order isn't a good place for you. You have better choices," Dustin persuaded.

"Mystic arts suit her the most. Once Abigail returns to us, I'll carefully train her. I believe she'll be able to suppress you soon," Penelope said with her head slightly held up high.

"Cultivation is indeed important. But if she goes astray because of this, she will only regret it for the rest of her life," Dustin retorted.

"What do you mean by going astray? Unlike the hypocrites from those sects, the Mystic Arts Order is always clear about right and wrong. Don't tarnish our reputation," Penelope warned.

"Abigail, the choice is yours. Do you want to leave with me or join the Mystic A