'Why was Grandpa so excited? Was it because Seraphina's gift was that good?' Little Bun scratched his head in confusion.
"Exactly, Faulkner. Don't refuse this gift from our Seraphina to Theon," Miss Ashworth said, looking at Theon Faulkner.
Elder Faulkner didn't know whether to laugh or cry as he watched Mr. and Miss Ashworth repeatedly try to persuade him. He patted Little Bun's head, then nodded. "Thank Seraphina for me."
'He knew full well this was because he had just gifted them the Blood Prison Pearl. Sigh... That girl really leaves me at a loss for words.'
Mr. Ashworth chuckled happily, and the group resumed their conversation, the living room occasionally echoing with Little Bun's laughter.
...
The tranquil space was saturated with rich Spiritual Energy. By The Springwell Pool, from which wisps of hazy white vapor rose, stood a figure in blue and a little dumpling.
