He lifted his eyelids and saw the old lady staring at him, silently shaking her head.
Chen Yan understood and stopped speaking.
"Remember, the position of Saint Venerable only numbers forty-two, as decreed by the Heavenly Dao. It absolutely cannot be increased."
After saying this, the old lady waved at Chen Yan, and her figure gradually became ethereal right where she stood.
Chen Yan was shocked: "You, you're leaving already?"
"Yes, being able to see my darling grandson once more is already extraordinarily rare. And to have you enjoy a meal I cooked, that's been my happiest moment lately."
Chen Yan's eyes reddened somewhat: "Old lady, will I see you again in the future? If I come back to the Domain Realm, to the Southern Border, will I find you again?"
The old lady smiled, waved at Chen Yan, but said no more, as her figure grew increasingly transparent, eventually disappearing from where she stood.
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