With that thought, he held his son in one arm, then scooped up Celeste Grant with his other, supporting her legs as he walked away.
The eyes of the Bloodfiend Den disciples in the plaza went wide.
'Was this really their Exalted One? The same man who hadn't so much as touched a woman's hand in centuries, who was single-mindedly focused on his cultivation to become stronger?'
'They never imagined they'd live to see the day they'd be celebrating a happy occasion for their Exalted One. Not bad at all, hehehe…'
At that moment, being carried by Javier Sinclair, Celeste Grant was dying of embarrassment.
'This pose…' she thought. 'It's just like those short dramas I used to watch. The male lead always carries the heroine with one arm, just like this. I never thought I'd get to experience a cliché drama moment in real life.'
'No. She didn't want this.'
"So many people are watching, put me down," Celeste Grant said, her face flushing as she saw the crowd's reaction.
