Just as she'd thought, after Sean Lockwood's Primordial Spirit dissipated, the layer of fortune surrounding Jocelyn Grant grew even weaker.
Right then, Jocelyn Grant was crying as she held Sean Lockwood's body.
"Senior Brother, I'll take you home."
The moment she finished speaking, Sean Lockwood's body began to dissipate. A gentle breeze blew, and there was nothing left. This dagger had been forged by The Demonic Sects; when used to kill a Cultivator below the Foundation Establishment Stage, their body would vanish without a trace.
"Celeste Grant, you're so vicious! You won't even leave me this final memento."
'Who's the vicious one here? You were having the time of your life when you killed your man, so how did this become my fault?'
Celeste Grant: "..."
She didn't know how to express the complicated emotions she was feeling.
Jocelyn Grant was currently immersed in immense grief, acting as if the entire world owed her something.
