A month passed.
Royal Castle, Nightingale.
"What!? He can't cultivate!?"
The ladies were sitting around a round table in the courtyard, having their afternoon tea together with Lith and Lucy was the one to speak in shock as Lilith gave some devastating news.
"That's right, dear. He cannot." Lilith nodded and said while sipping her tea calmly.
Lucy was about to question further when Emilia, sitting beside her, placed her hand on Lucy's shoulder and said gently, "calm down, Lucy. It isn't permanent."
Lilith nodded and added, "that's right. He cannot think about cultivation until he's at least a hundred years old."
Lith, Lilith, and the other wives were having a discussion on Lith's cultivation.
Lith had enjoyed his time with his mother for a whole month in the beastkin kingdom and was now back in Nightingale.
It was time to get into work mode but before delving inside that, Lith decided to spend some time with his wives and was now here.
"But mom–"
