Anya pouted, "We probably can’t catch up anymore..."
Her mother was becoming more and more unfathomable, making Anya sometimes feel a sense of unfamiliarity.
Is my mom really that fierce? Didn’t feel it before?
Am I really my mom’s biological child?
Sierra obediently said, "Congratulations, ma’am, on your advancement."
Triss nodded slightly.
"Next, you work hard too, don’t let Anya get too complacent for long."
"Mom, I’m not complacent," Anya argued.
A joyful atmosphere permeated.
Elena, with her Federation Director’s professional habit, smiled and said:
"Today’s breakthrough calls for a celebration. Let’s have a get-together in a few days."
...
A month later.
Triss stabilized her realm.
At the celebration ceremony.
Wendy, the Windwalker, and other senior members of the Witch’s Family who were out demon-hunting also came by.
Levi also came, and he sincerely congratulated:
"Congratulations, ma’am!"
Seeing Triss successfully reach the eighth-circle, he was relieved.
The eighth-circle grants a lifespan of four thousand years, and she still had two thousand years to advance to the ninth-circle, which was not much of a problem.
According to statistics in the Wizard World, those who could advance to the eighth-circle before two thousand years old,
half of them successfully advanced to Grand Wizard.
Because this often meant extremely high talent, fortune, and other personal factors.
Moreover, Triss still had a Sea Country Wheel not yet refined.
With wizarding talent, further progress could be made, and spiritual force or the upper limit could also see a massive surge.
As long as she kept living, the future days held much hope.
"The Witch’s Family now has two eighth-circle witches; it’s getting better and better."
The Old Witch also arrived in casual attire to congratulate Triss.
"Welcome, senior."
Everyone promptly stood up.
The Old Witch casually sat on one side.
She looked at Levi, gratified, and said:
"The Yangtze River’s waves drive the waves ahead, making it undeniable that merging the Witch’s Family was the right call. If the First Witch were watching from the heavens, she certainly wouldn’t blame me."
Wendy said, "She definitely wouldn’t."
Triss said, "Wendy is about to reach Eight Ring Perfection soon. In the next thousand years, we should be able to birth another Grand Wizard."
Elena said, "Not just that, there’s also this one here? He’s part of the Witch’s Family too."
She pulled Levi by the arm and smiled.
Triss looked at Levi, meaningfully saying:
"Him? He may not become a Grand Wizard; he might prove the Legendary! By the way, have you decided on the name of your Legendary Profession, Levi? Let everyone have a preview."
Everyone joked about Levi.
Levi said, "It’s early; let’s talk about it when the time comes."
As the host of the banquet, with a hint of drunkenness, Triss looked at Anya again.
Her good son.
"By the way, when will I have a grandchild?"
Anya was sweating profusely.
He helplessly looked at Sierra,
who shrugged, "It’s not something I can do alone either."
Speaking of it, she too felt a slight grievance.
Anya constantly tinkered with iron creations with Herman,
rarely coming home, which was standard behavior.