"So long as he's dead."
Celeste Grant's expression was placid as she continued roasting the rabbit in her hands. As for that Evil Cultivator from the Upper Realm, in her eyes, he probably wasn't as important as this rabbit.
She didn't think for a moment that her son had been too harsh. If you try to possess someone's son, you'd better be prepared to die.
In the Cultivation World, when someone is out for your life, you have to eliminate them, root and stem. Sympathy is for those who deserve it, not for just anyone.
"Mother, go rest. I'll take over."
"It's alright. It's almost done."
"Let me, let me. You've worked hard, Mother." As he spoke, he took the willow skewer holding the rabbit from Celeste Grant's hands and started roasting it himself. This one was almost done, so he picked up the seasoning and began to sprinkle it on.
In that instant, the aroma drifted far and wide.
