Two Ethereal Spirits left the Guardian's Mansion, one carefree, the other disconsolate.
The aged demigod, who had lived for six to seven thousand years, still couldn't figure it out, why did it turn out this way?
Clearly, they had finally found a lost kin;
Clearly, the ability and celestial grace of this junior kin was exceedingly beyond imagination;
But when they both came together, his statement "Only in the Spirit Court could Ethereal Spirits truly receive nurturing" seemed laughable.
He was also somewhat puzzled...
"The laws wrapped around her like threads, like curtains of rain, hovering around her like spirits waiting for orders... I could not be mistaken, her mastery of the laws far exceeds mine by too much."
"But how could an Ethereal Spirit, lost in the outside world and extremely young, possess such power?"
"And if I'm not mistaken, she's just a mid-stage demigod, not yet at her peak."
His previous thoughts had been sincere.
