The raised palm hung in the air for a moment, as if Cerise had suddenly realized something. Then, with a sudden flash of anger, she withdrew her hand and turned away, letting out a long sigh.

“You’re my mother.” Xitlaly stared intently at her. “If even you don’t support me, how can I hope to persuade my master?”

“What’s the boy’s name?” Cerise’s eyes narrowed into slits. “And what is his cultivation base?”

“Truett Sadler.” Xitlaly felt a glimmer of hope and hurriedly replied, “Although he’s currently just at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Ninth Tribulation middle grade, he’s...”

“Bring him to me now,” said Cerise as she turned with her hands behind her back and headed towards the inner chamber on one side.

Xitlaly opened her mouth to speak but then sighed softly once again. She knew that bringing up the matter of marriage with Truett would face a difficult situation this time, but she never expected to stumble at the first hurdle with her mother.

“Darling, it’s up to you next,” sigh