The atmosphere on the cliff was somewhat strange for a while... Although they had achieved their goal, the Undead who understood what Lucimar had done all wore rather odd expressions.
Although they had learned from "Xue Yunfeng" long ago that the relationship between this mother and son was not as tender as it appeared, they still weren't used to such a wild style of immediately stabbing someone in the back.
As for the Mages from the other families, although they hadn't understood the deeper meaning behind those words, they could still sense the strange atmosphere... Once Mages reached a certain level, delaying aging was a piece of cake.
Even if Lucimar's mother wasn't exactly young anymore, she couldn't really be called a grandmother, could she?
Calling her a beautiful middle-aged woman was still reasonable.
Although the Mages hadn't actually imagined that lady as a white-haired old grandmother who used her staff as a cane, they had indeed placed her on the more mature end of the spectrum.
They didn't think there was anything wrong with thinking that way. In fact, they felt they had considered everything very carefully. After all, with Grand Sage Ismael around, that lady definitely wouldn't lack high-tier potions.
In the past, she might even have been able to eat the fruits from the Elven Forest that could preserve one's appearance... Uh... The ones that reached their hands shouldn't have had any problems, right?
Those Half-Elves in the Elven Forest, who had long since been controlled by the Silk Spider, ought to know better.
The Mages discarded that disgusting thought. After all, their families had eaten them before... After that incident, the Mage Families understood the horror of these Mutant Silk Spiders far better than those territorial nobles did, and had practically combed through everything inch by