“What do you mean by going astray? Unlike the hypocrites from those sects, the Mystic Arts Order is always clear about right and wrong. Don’t tarnish our reputation,” Penelope warned.
“Abigail, the choice is yours. Do you want to leave with me or join the Mystic Arts Order?” Dustin asked.
Abigail fell into silence. After thinking about it for a while, she slowly looked up at him.
“Sir, I’ve decided to go with my grandmother,” Abigail said firmly.
“Great! I expect nothing less from my granddaughter!” Penelope was overjoyed.
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