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「The next morning.」
Dressed in the local traditional attire, Aurora Sinclair followed dutifully behind Mama Young, making her way to the site of the ceremony.
The ceremony was set up in the backyard, beneath a massive cherry blossom tree.
The woman who had given birth was now clad in splendid attire, a floral wreath on her head. She held her child in her arms, her face glowing with motherly love—a far cry from her previous, near-death desperation.
The young woman stood behind her, the fear on her face gone. Her eyes were filled with joy as she gazed at the child in the other woman's arms.
The courtyard where the ceremony was held was surrounded by High Rank Martial Cultivators, all of them at the Grandmaster level. It was clearly a measure to prevent outsiders from causing trouble.
Aurora Sinclair pressed her lips together, a complicated expression in her eyes.
