Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)

Anthony wrote a letter to his wife.

‘Lisa, ‘When you read this letter, it was likely that we wouldn't get to see each other again. Lilly had mentioned that you had gone to the Nether, your original home, and | was stuck in the Human Realm, separated by two layers of heaven and earth.

‘But, Lisa, don't worry. | always believed that as long as we kept each other in our hearts, we would still be together. You were the star in the sky, always hanging there and never fading, while | was just a speck of dust on the ground.

‘| probably had only a few decades left in my life. | made sure to fulfill my mission and responsibilities first. In the Human Realm, people said | was all-powerful, but truth be told, | felt pretty weak. So weak that when | died, my spirit might not have had the chance to become a ghost cultivator like Cloud.

"If that day truly came, would you have picked me up when | died? I'm sorry; your husband was weak and couldn't take care of himself. | had hoped you could have helped me.

Let us not say goodbye." Lisa sat by herself, fixated on the letter, reading it repeatedly. Anthony claimed he was weak and helpless, but she couldn't dismiss his strength. Despite his words, she was sure that if they hadn't found each other in the afterlife, he would have done everything to locate her.

She played the video on her phone once again. In it, he remained silent, sitting at the table with his head bowed, penning the letter. She could interpret his expressions as he wrote. When his pen paused intermittently, she could intuitively grasp the thoughts crossing his mind.

He had a lot on his mind, yet he couldn't find the right words. Instead, he expressed himself with just 189 carefully punctuated words.

Lisa thought, Hmph... as always, he is ‘concise and to the point.’ She neatly stored the letter and the phone. After a moment of contemplation, she grabbed a fresh sheet of paper. After setting up Lilly's phone, she earnestly wrote, 'Anthony." As she wrote, Lisa bit her pen, trying to think of what to say. She felt the pressure to write three thousand words, significantly more than him. However, in reality, she was stumped and unsure of what to put down.

In the end, she settled for a simple message. ‘Anthony, alright, I'll come to pick you up." She found it irritating that she only managed eight words with punctuation, but there was a silver lining—her video recording time exceeded his by ten minutes. Content with her achievement, she happily stowed the letter and Lilly's phone into a small bag, then handed it to Lilly.

"This is for Uncle Anthony," Lisa said. "If you're heading back, remember to give it to him." Lilly solemnly put away the letter and the phone. "Okay!" Fortune squeezed in next to Lilly, bombarding her with questions. "Lilly! Lilly, how big should this sausage be cut? Can this meat be eaten after it is scooped up? What about the sea pepper? Does this chili taste the same as sea pepper?" Lilly was at a loss for words. Fortune seemed completely different from the bratty kid who used to wear a beast skin suit and try to hit her with a stick.

Later, Fortune and the others savored another delightful fondue.

The descendants of the witch clan knew that Ivan was the great Emperor Greenbow. So, they gathered outside the Elder's courtyard, eager to catch a glimpse of him.

A tantalizing aroma wafted from within, sparking their curiosity. They couldn't recall they had ever experienced such an enticing aroma before, and their mouths watered involuntarily.

Considering Lilly's amicable relationship with the Elder and her close friendship with Emperor Greenbow, they regretted their past opposition to her.

The witch clan's guardian had been ousted, leaving a leadership position vacant. With Emperor Greenbow present, potential power-seekers were deterred from making a move.

Moreover, an increasing number of descendants from the ancient witches expressed a desire to appoint Elder McCarthy as the new guardian for various compelling reasons. As a result of this potential leadership shift, the atmosphere among the descendants of the witch clan gradually settled.

Lilly spent a few days in the Elder's courtyard, tending to Lisa's wounds and applying ointment. She utilized The Order to restore Lisa's flesh and witch power.

"It's odd. How did that black hole show up? It shouldn't have appeared in the Human Realm." "Consuming witch power and flesh is normal, but what's unusual is that Aunt Lisa managed to preserve her body and pass through.” Even when Lilly traversed the Nether as the Late Emperor Realm, it proved challenging for her.

Ivan said, "This black hole doesn't seem like the Nether's back door. But that leads to a new problem. If it's not, where did this similar black hole come from?" Despite their efforts, Ivan and Lilly couldn't unravel the mystery.

Lilly wondered aloud, "Could it be a deliberate loophole from the Manifestation of God's will?" He lapsed into silence as his brows deepened in thought.

Suddenly, Lisa interjected, "Let's put the black hole aside for now. Lilly, why do | feel all itchy? Also, why is my belly on fire?" Lilly snapped back to reality and looked at the Passionate Top-Up Ointment in her hand. "Uh..." She panicked, realizing she had absentmindedly applied the ointment. She thought, Oh no! What should | do? Can | scrap it off in time? Memories of past beatings from her parents flashed through her mind. She anxiously wondered, Will Uncle Anthony and Aunt Lisa do the same to me now? Still, that concern paled in comparison to the bigger issue at hand—there was no antidote for Lisa.