Aaron Sinclair waved his hand and said, "Get up."
Damon Grant stood up.
"Thank you, Young Master."
Aaron Sinclair eyed the phone in his hand with curiosity. "Who were you just trying to add? Rook, don't tell me you have a crush on someone? Who is she? Which family is the young lady from? Do I know her? That talisman paper in your hand looked a little familiar, like the one we brought back last time. So, something's going on, isn't there?"
Hearing this,
Damon Grant's mind flashed to the female cultivator who had kissed him the other day. And to the fact that he had dreamt of her for the past two nights.
He broke out in a nervous sweat.
"I just felt there was something off about that female cultivator. I only wanted to see what her motives were. I didn't mean anything else."
Aaron Sinclair looked at the burly Damon Grant standing before him and gestured with his hand. Damon Grant expertly squatted down.
