Hearing this, Eve Warren's eyes widened. She stammered, "No, I don't believe it... This old, ugly hag can't be me."
Celeste Grant smiled faintly and said softly, "Jocelyn Grant's mother, don't doubt it. It's you, it's you... it really is you. I can guarantee it. You've lost your Spirit Root and have not a single shred of Cultivation left in your body. You're just an ordinary mortal now. An old mortal on the verge of death, at that."
Eve Warren stared with those old, murky eyes, shaking her head repeatedly. "I'm not a mortal. I'm not a mortal."
Celeste Grant said nonchalantly, "The first lesson in being human is to have the courage to face your true self. Just admit it, Eve Warren. You are a mortal."
At that, Jocelyn Grant's mother completely broke down.
She screamed, "AHHH! Shut up! Shut up! Mortals are a bunch of lowly ants! How could they possibly compare to me? I am not a mortal!"
