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The old man stared at MingYue in disbelief. If she had said this about herself, he wouldn't have questioned it. But MingHao? That was a different story. "How can you be so sure about that?"

"Because I'll make sure of it," MingYue replied, her voice unwavering. With Vesa and Alex's technology, it was only a matter of time before she achieved immortality and ascended to realms beyond anyone's comprehension. 

A Progenitor was a being beyond their understanding. It was inevitable. The old man studied her for a moment, then let out a sigh. "Alright. I'll do it." With that, he began to kneel, fulfilling his promise.

MingYue's eyes flickered with something close to respect. Despite the vast age difference, he didn't go back on his word. She turned her gaze back to the door. "Forget it, Gramps. You're still my ancestor, and it's not like you had a hand in what happened to me. Just make sure you keep your promise."