Third Person's POV
Instead, his posture remained lowered and his body slightly hunched as he held his unconscious grandson carefully in his arms.
His eyes were cast downward, and his expression subdued and respectful to the point of near submission.
Even his aura had been deliberately restrained.
He did not dare to look at her, not even once, because he understood very clearly that the woman standing before them was not someone he could afford to acknowledge lightly.
Meanwhile, seeing the frost soul orchid swaying violently under the relentless pressure of the chaotic winds and colliding shockwaves with its slender crystalline stem bending again and again as if it would be torn from its roots at any given moment, the blue-haired woman's expression shifted subtly.
It was as if a sudden realization had struck her mind and brought clarity to something she had not paid attention to before.
