On Training Ground No. 7, Isis and Alyssia sat around a bonfire.
Beside them lay a tablecloth spread with prepared magical beast meat, fresh fruit, and wine brimming with magic.
"Mother came looking for me again today." Alyssia leaned against Isis's shoulder and spoke softly.
Isis tossed a piece of wood into the fire, a gentle smile on his face as he asked, "What did she want with you?"
"You know perfectly well." Alyssia's face reddened slightly as she replied with some displeasure.
Seeing this, Isis reached out and stroked Alyssia's head, smiling as he comforted her. "This is not something that can be forced. Let nature take its course."
Alyssia touched her stomach, sighed, and said, "Wouldn't it have been nice if we'd married ten years earlier? Now that we've both reached this level of strength, it feels very difficult to conceive."
"I'm not like Grandfather and Father. I have no intention of stepping down early, so having no children for the time being won't affect anything. Keep cultivating as you normally do. There's no need to deliberately suppress yourself."
"The Soul Intent rank only lowers the chance of pregnancy. It doesn't make you infertile. What are you afraid of?"
Hearing her husband's reassurance, Alyssia silently nodded.
As the new mistress of the Ex Family, her most important task now was to bear Isis an heir. Only after that could she consider other matters.
Hearing footsteps approaching from afar, Isis pinched Alyssia's cheek and whispered, "All right, Velin and Xuemiyya are here."
"I know."
Alyssia patted her cheeks and rose to her feet alongside her husband.
Velin stepped forward and gave his elder brother a hug. Then, seeing the tablecloth spread on the ground, his eyes lit up as he said in surprise, "Big Brother, you really stole Father's