After a while of this I think someof our guests were starting to feel the effects of the drinks becausethey're stories and jokes were becoming a littl... more crude with somedirty details. We all were laughing hysterically by now with the storiesbefore Steph started into a story. I couldn't believe my ears. She wastelling them all about the app that I had found and what we have been upto. Of course no one was believing her but the group was laughing it up.I could tell Steph was getting a. As a priestess, I was ineligible for inheritance. My sister would make a far better Duchess than me.Every village had a lichyard, and the dead peering from their grave reminded me of the turbulence. Even though my robes were spotless—a quick prayer to Saphique every morning ensured they were pure white again—and my traveling cloak was freshened, I felt dipped in mud.I hoped this would end. I couldn't stand this feeling for too long. It was depressing.The dead pressed on the fabric. Normally,. I hold her waist and she raises her arms to go around my neck. She has a peculiar scent to her, like flowers or something. Maybe it's a perfume or the type of soap she uses. Whatever it is, it's very feminine."You smell really nice," I tell her."Thanks," she says.She and I dance slowly to the music, with me occasionally cracking a joke at some of the guests’ attire to make her laugh."So what grade are you in?" I asked."I'm in grade twelve. I'll be going to college next year," she replies."Oh. One of his parents is a bodily cultivator equal to fourth level Martial Mortals and the other was an E level Earth’s Core Holder when Zax first met her, which was after she gave birth. Furthermore, Yurnal was a beast and Savir a human.In the process of making this deduction, Zax also considered the possibility that perhaps for couples with a big difference in cultivation levels there is an uniquely method to procreate, but he refuted this idea as well. If there was, he was sure that he would.