"The Exalted One, my Lady."
As he spoke, the elder at the head of the group came forward to greet them. He stopped a short distance from Celeste Grant, his gaze falling on her stomach.
"Wonderful! The Exalted One finally has an heir."
"You look quite far along. You must be due soon, right? This must be difficult for you, my Lady."
Celeste Grant glanced at him.
This elder had a rather distinctive sense of style.
A green bamboo hairpin the length of a chopstick was stuck in his hair, and a long, thick braid hung down one side of his chest. The elder also leaned on a long, slender bamboo pole. A single glance revealed that the pole was a refined Magic Treasure; from its aura, it had to be an Immortal Treasure.
"Soon," she said with a faint smile. "Just a little while longer."
