Celeste Grant felt a surge of joy at the thought. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

’So satisfying!’

At that moment, the sacrificial dance above had concluded.

Elder Sawyer extended a hand toward Celeste Grant.

Celeste Grant smiled faintly and flew onto the sacrificial altar.

Elder Sawyer gently placed his hand on her head and spoke.

"Bless you, my child."

"May your days be smooth and filled with peace and joy from this day forward."

In that instant, a feeling of profound understanding washed over her.

"Thank you, Elder."

The sacrificial dance was over.

Her parents and younger brother removed their masks and walked to her side.

"Happy birthday, sweetie."

"Happy birthday to my dear Celeste."

"Happy birthday, big sis."

Looking at her family before her, her eyes began to sting.

She reached out and patted her younger brother’s head.

"Thank you, Changyuan. I loved it. You danced very well."

As she spoke, she hugged him, then turned to her smiling parents and embraced them as well.

"Dad, Mom... thank you. I had no idea you were secretly preparing all this for me. You’re going to make me cry from happiness."

Mr. Grant said with a smile, "Happy birthday, my daughter."

Mrs. Grant stroked her head.

"All I want is for you to have a life of peace and good fortune. Your father and I heard the Wyrm Clan’s blessing dance could bring good luck, so we spent a long time learning it."

Just then, Elder Sawyer and the others also removed their masks. He and the people behind him knelt on one knee.

"We wish the Madam a happy birthday."

"Happy birthday, Madam."

Seeing all the familiar faces, Celeste Grant was deeply moved.

She raised her hand, bidding them to rise.

"Thank you. Please, rise."

"Thank you, Elder Sawyer, for the blessing."

"It is my honor, my lady."

As they spoke, Elder Sawyer waved his hand.

The altar vanished, leaving only an endless sea of flowers beneath their feet.

Victor Rhodes, standing beside Yvonne Sawyer, said with a smile, "Madam, please go that way. The Exalted One is waiting for you there."

The crowd nodded in agreement.

"Yes, that’s right."

Celeste Grant looked at them.

"You’re all being so mysterious."

Even she was getting curious.

’How is Javier Sinclair going to celebrate my birthday? What kind of surprise has he prepared for me?’

She started walking into the distance. As she did, countless fireflies flew up from the sea of flowers, lighting up only the path before her, as if guiding her way.

When she reached the end of the path, she saw him standing at the edge of Moon-Gazing Cliff.

There was a pavilion and a spacious viewing platform. The railings were all entwined with flowers. Not far away, there was also a swing set, similarly decorated with blossoms.

A lone figure stood in the pavilion.

It was Javier Sinclair.

His back was to her.

He wore moon-white robes, his long hair partially held up by a Dragon Pattern Hairpin.

Seeing him, Celeste Grant stopped.

"Javier Sinclair."

She called his name.

Javier Sinclair turned slightly to look at her, his robes swaying gently with the movement.

That face.

And he was holding a bouquet of flowers.

Golden tassels dangled from both sides of his headpiece, adding to his innate noble aura. But the flowers in his hand... they really didn’t match his reputation as The Archfiend.

However, his outfit was a matching set with hers. Even the gold-embroidered patterns on the clothes were identical.

"You’re... here."

He walked forward and handed her the flowers.

"Celeste, happy birthday."

Celeste Grant was taken aback for a moment, then smiled faintly.

She reached out to take them.

"Thank you. I love them."

He took her hand, led her to the swing, and had her sit.

"What are you doing?"

He said, "Listen closely while I play a tune for you."

"Hm?"

Celeste Grant raised an eyebrow and looked up at him.

He held out his hand, and a verdant Jade Flute appeared within it. He twirled it in his fingers before bringing it to his lips.

The next moment, the melodious sound of the flute slowly began to drift through the air.

His gaze was fixed on her, his eyes as gentle and shimmering as a river of stars.

It was as if a gentle breeze was whispering in her ear.

...accompanied by the rustle of leaves.

...and a melody woven from threads of affection.

So gentle, it tugged at her heartstrings.

As the flute’s melody soared and meandered, countless petals swirled up into the sky nearby, drifting down before her eyes.

In the air before her, innumerable tiny fireflies began to glow.

All around, fist-sized firefly Demonic Beasts were perched.

’Their whole family was forced to work tonight.’

But truly.

"It’s so beautiful."

She held out her hand, and a petal landed in her palm.

Listening to the flute, Celeste Grant sat quietly on the swing, swaying gently, one hand grasping the vine-covered rope.

She didn’t know who had arranged it all, but the scene made her blush, and her heart began to beat a little faster.

’Who would have thought that the leader of the Demonic Sects, whose very name made the Cultivation World tremble, had such a hidden side to him?’

’Javier Sinclair actually knows how to play the flute, and he plays so well.’

This was the first time she had ever heard him play.

The song came to an end.

Celeste Grant was still lost in the moment.

Javier Sinclair put away the Jade Flute and tapped his own palm, as if nonchalantly.

"Did you like it?"

His voice was deep and magnetic, and he looked a little embarrassed.

One stood.

One sat.

He looked down at her.

She looked up at him.

Their eyes met.

Celeste Grant snapped back to her senses.

She smiled.

And clapped lightly.

"It was beautiful."

As she spoke, she stood up and walked closer to him. Seeing her approach, Javier Sinclair subconsciously took a step back, the tips of his ears turning red.

Looking at the man before her, Celeste Grant smiled and said, "I really didn’t expect you to know how to play the flute."

He raised an eyebrow slightly. "There’s a lot you don’t know."

Celeste Grant chuckled, took the Jade Flute from his hand, and gently pressed it against his chest.

She parted her lips slightly and murmured, "So, is this the part where I’m supposed to lift your chin and say, ’Man, you’ve successfully caught my attention. What else don’t I know about you?’"

’All those trashy novels I binged are coming back to haunt me.’

She laughed at her own words.

He reached out and gently pinched the side of her face.

Javier Sinclair grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into his arms.

He held her, resting his head on her shoulder.

"Celeste Grant... after all this time, what do you think of me?"

Celeste Grant was taken aback.

"I think you’re great."

’And that’s the truth.’

’Since we first met, he’s never hurt me. He has always respected, cherished, and protected me.’

Javier Sinclair breathed a sigh of relief inwardly. He wrapped his arms around her waist. "Celeste Grant, marry me."

"I want to become Taoist Companions with you. For all our lives to come, I will love only you."

His words were serious and solemn, his tone firm and resonant.

Celeste Grant could feel his sincerity.

Javier Sinclair waited for a moment. When she didn’t speak, he grew anxious.

"You don’t want to?"

He leaned against her shoulder.

"For today, I dragged Nerida and all the elders in to help me plan. I even took advice from my future brother-in-law and mother-in-law. If this proposal fails, this lord will lose all face. Maybe I should just castrate myself. After all, if even my wife doesn’t want me, I’m just useless."

He hugged her tighter as he spoke.

Celeste Grant didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

"I knew it. You couldn’t have come up with all this on your own."

"So, The Archfiend knows how to play dirty now, does he?"

’To hell with face. He didn’t want it anymore.’

She cupped his face in her hands.

"I do."

With that, she pressed her lips to his.