"Antaka!"
Parvati turned her head with joy, and in the sparkle of her eyes, she saw the reflection of Antaka.
Antaka's mouth twitched, and his body trembled.
He abruptly raised his head, the red blindfold fluttering, and under the blessing's influence, he sensed a figure approaching slowly.
Parvati approached with a smile, her joy unmistakable.
"Yes!"
"Eat, child, quickly eat!"
Whispers of death echoed in Antaka's ears, buzzing in his mind, as if he were plunging into vertigo.
"Gracious Lady Master, a dutiful child!"
"Such a tender mother and son indeed!"
Indra brought his hands together in prayer, sighing in admiration.
Witnessing this scene, Kashigyakya could not help but breathe a sigh of relief, sat down on the ground, and relaxed, "The sacred food personally made by Mother, let the elder brother eat a bit more!"
Hearing this, Parvati became even more enthusiastic.
