Natural Body

In Wilma Nilles's attic, Braydon Neal was busy cooking. Mystical materials were being transformed into ingredients with meticulous precision in his hands.

Meanwhile, Wilma sat outside, resting her chin in her hands as she quietly watched Braydon's back.

"When do you plan to break through to the transcendent realm?"

Suddenly, Braydon, still focused on cooking, asked the question.

Caught off guard, Wilma paused for a moment before replying, "I plan to break through tonight."

"Alright. I'll protect you."

Braydon's calm voice sent a warm sensation through Wilma's heart.

"What if a transcendent-level expert comes?"

"They'll have to get through me first."

Braydon brought over the prepared dishes and handed Wilma a bowl of rice along with chopsticks.