Shiloh frowned and said nothing.If there was anyone in this world who could still stir her heart, it was her own son. She had lived for centuries, and by some twist of fate, she had given birth to Remyn. Yet she tried her best not to think about it, because every time she did, her emotions spiraled out of control.She was the Saintess of the Greene family, a living legend in Holtrien's ancient history. Yet, she had been taken to bed by Andrew, a man hundreds of years younger than her, and it had even resulted in a child.After living so long, she had stopped caring about human emotions and worldly attachments. If trouble arose, she simply erased it. However, this time, it was different. After all, this was her own flesh and blood, and she could not bring herself to let him go."Fine. I'll go take a look," Shiloh said.She stood and walked out, but before leaving, she glanced back at Remyn. "Focus on practicing the technique I taught you. If you don't make progress, I'll deal with
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