The news of Milly advancing to a True Spirit truly cleared Green's mind, and he let out a great sigh of relief.
"Milly really advanced to a True Spirit! Caw caw caw caw! That means she's added a bit more rule reinforcement to you, the First-generation Wizard King. Though it's negligible compared to the reinforcement from the Wizard Ancestor Rules, she is still a True Spirit Wizard!"
As he spoke, Little Eight narrowed his eyes and raised his brows at Green with a wicked grin. "Milly's advanced to a True Spirit. Aren't you, the Wizard King, and Milly considering getting married early and leaving behind a few descendants? Talent may not be important, but with a super life-form father like you, and Milly being no slouch herself, it'd be hard for your children not to possess astonishing potential."
Green had no mood to indulge Little Eight. Instead, he immediately contacted Milly through the crystal ball.
"Green!"
Her silver-white hair drifted through the icy wind and snow around her. Holy, brave, silent, resolute, unyielding, yet touched with a trace of tenderness—her ice-blue eyes, as they gazed at Green, conveyed too many emotions in a single instant.
On the path of wizards, Green had witnessed too many partings of life and death. The moment he entered the Immortal Domain fragment, how could he not have feared that Milly, like Lafi, would leave him forever and become merely a passerby in his life? No one could be told of that sorrow and pain. He could only bear it silently himself.
And the reason Green had left the Immortal Domain fragment so quickly, aside from the Wizard World matters he had to handle according to their agreed plan—foreign civilization diplomacy, setting the strategic objectives of the Demon-Hunting Expedition, domestic development after the Fourth War