The Arrival of The Mortal Cultivators!

Cecile leaned back as she raised her arm. She yawned as she gave him the denial wave. The leisure that she gave brought the scorn of the so-called Sir Hezar.

Even though she belonged to a somewhat royal family herself. Cecile was not keen on acting polite and graceful-like as the typical princess one would find in a good royal family.

She was first and foremost a sovereign in her own right. She could do whatever she pleased and only a handful of people could stop her.

"Hahaha, husband and wife, they are really perfect for each other," Tael laughed.

Hezar turned his glare against Tael. He smirked as he snorted. "Why are you laughing? Your grandson is probably ended up inside a boar's stomach."

Tael looked at Hezar before he snorted back with a smirk. "You think so?"

"I think so, indeed," said Hezar as he grinned.

"Then he is fine," said Tael as he turned his gaze back.

"What? What do you mean?"