บท 1629: The Paver Behind the Scenes

Trevon seemed to grasp the situation and smiled. "My cultivation reached the saint heart realm last year. I can live for 50,000 years. Losing a thousand years is nothing!"

"When you were young, I used to take you out to play. Whenever we bumped into your mother, she'd give me that disapproving look. Now that I've lost a thousand years of my life, she'll definitely kill me!" Braydon Neal chuckled wryly, knowing exactly what awaited him at home.

The two of them walked slowly, unaware that they had already been noticed upon their return.

"You've been lingering at the door for so long. Are you disdainful of this house?" A cold voice rang out—it was Heather Sage.

"Why do I feel like Mom's cultivation is higher than yours, Dad?" Trevon Neal muttered softly.

"Her soul imprint has already recovered. It's normal for her cultivation to surpass mine," Braydon explained.