"Okay, uncle." Amara nodded. She then walked out of the hall and headed toward the kitchen.
She stored some food and drinks in her spatial ring and went over to Max's room.
Ashroth saw this and frowned. He felt she was treating him too nicely, but upon further thought, it wasn't too strange since he had saved her life. Even so, he felt something was amiss, but didn't know what it was.
"What are you thinking?" The watcher asked.
"It's nothing." Ashroth shook his head and asked, "So, what did you want to talk about, uncle?"
"First of all, congratulations! You've exceeded my and your father's expectation by becoming mid-stage four-star demon in just two short years." The watcher smiled.
"It's all thanks to father's and uncle's support." Ashroth modestly said.
"Secondly, do you want to keep it a secret?" The watcher asked.
Hearing this, Ashroth smiled wryly, "So, you had noticed."
