"You killed it?! You aren't even a fusion stage cultivator, how did you defeat such an opponent?!" Mrs. Manchester asked in disbelief, her ethereal form flickering with shock at the sheer impossibility of the claim.
"Wasn't difficult," Mirabella said with a shrug, her absolute nonchalance bordering on arrogance. To her, it was merely another stepping stone.
The two phantom parents looked at one another, their initial shock melting into a look of profound, nostalgic understanding. They smiled softly, a shared memory passing between them.
"Just like your mother, you're indeed from the Sun family," Mr. Manchester said with a smile, recognizing the terrifying, unyielding combat powers that defined her bloodline. He then shifted his posture, his golden eyes narrowing in focus.
"Ok, you said this opponent was an Ancient Dragon, tell me. How many horns did you see on his head?"
