Lin Mo stole a glance at Lady Beixila. 'Though a kind person, she was also incredibly smart and resourceful. When it came to matters concerning her daughter, this mother was no stranger to using such "clever tactics."'
'It was completely understandable. What mother in the world wouldn't want a better life for her daughter?'
"I knew you'd be here..."
A familiar voice sounded out as Chacher walked into the secret room, holding a cloth bag in her hand.
It looked like a Magic Storage Bag.
"Here, Little Feney. Take this."
She placed the Magic Storage Bag into Feney's hands. "These are all the Potions I've been making. There are Intermediate health and Magic Potions, and some other utility Potions too."
"Thank you, Auntie Chacher."
With red-rimmed eyes, Feney suddenly threw her arms around her.
Chacher's eyes widened in surprise, her body stiffening for a moment. But she quickly recovered, her expression softening.
