Remorse After Breaking Up (Sebastian)

"Excellent wine!" Sebastian couldn't help but praise the Centennial Wine. The wine had a rich, lingering flavor.

More importantly, as it flowed down his throat, it ignited a warm current that spread

throughout his body, imbuing him with pure energy that could be easily refined to enhance his cultivation.

Just one cup, roughly half an ounce, was equivalent to half a day of arduous cultivation for Sebastian. As a divine grandmaster, the energy he could accumulate in half a day of arduous cultivation was significant.

This single cup, if auctioned, would fetch at least a million dollars, assuming one could even find it.

Anything capable of boosting one's cultivation base was truly invaluable.

"I'm glad you like it. Here, have some more," Cassandra said, pouring him another glass.

"Mr. Ethan, I heard from the Sanders family patriarch that you've become a middle-stage divine grandmaster. Is that true?" she asked.

"Yes, that's correct," Sebastian replied, downing his drink. He wasn't there just for the alcohol-the chance to enhance his cultivation base was too good to pass up.

refill his glass without hesitation. After about ten cups, Sebastian

do you think of my brother, Luke?" Cassandra asked

incredibly gifted. His

about me?" she

Was Cassandra trying to seduce him? As

her eyes. "I mean, what do

par with Mr. Luke's," Sebastian said

you be willing to

don't quite understand what you

me, I will ensure that when I become the head of the family, I'll help you reach the late

He hadn't

you're a woman. Isn't

Island, among all noble families, women had never ascended to the head of a

female rulers before Queen Elara the First, but she changed that. If she could do it, so can I. The question

the table with her gaze locked