THE PEN IS MIGHTIER THAN THE SWORD
As soon as Emily left, Sylvester stared at the door for a few minutes, a smile plastered on his face before remembering that he had a cultivation journey to begin.
She had cleared the breakfast table, so he had nothing to do other than setting himself up for cultivation, which he did.
It was only after a few hours of cultivating and drawing powers from ye and sunder that he remembered he left someone hanging.
“Katherine!” he said with a gasp as his eyes shot open in remembrance of the call he put on hold.
Scrambling to his feet, he half-sprinted into the living room to get his phone and dial the number. Katherine answered on the first ring.
“Must’ve been a big breakfast,” she muttered sarcastically.
“I’m sorry. I got lost and started cultivating w
