Ronan Yardley turned to look at her. "Mother, I'm leaving. I'm planning to head south and live in the Moonripple Kingdom in the Mortal Realm. If you ever have nowhere else to go, you can come find me."
Hearing this, Jocelyn Grant grabbed his hand, her expression urgent. "No, I forbid it."
Ronan Yardley felt a sharp pain in his hand from her tight grip. He didn't make a sound.
It was only when Jocelyn Grant saw his face turn pale that she realized what she was doing and quickly let go. His hand was already turning a dark purple, marked with the imprints of her fingers.
Jocelyn Grant was filled with regret and heartache.
She had a Cultivation base, while Ronan Yardley was just an ordinary person who couldn't cultivate. Even her slight grip had been unbearably painful for him. "I... I'm sorry."
"Ronan, I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just overwrought for a moment. You silly child, why didn't you say something when it hurt?"
She truly hadn't meant to.
