The Inheritance Of The Supreme Immortals

"Hey, I\'m just as surprised and confused as you are."

"Why don\'t we get to bed and get some mental rest and talk about this in the morning during breakfast?" Sam suggested, looking at Adriana.

Adriana was not in a good state; she looked so angry and frustrated that her face was all red to her ears, like she had just come out of a very intense and hard math exam. Speaking about the Dryads now was probably not going to be a good idea when it seemed like it would overload Adriana\'s mind and make her lose control.

Everyone agreed and flew away to their respective quarters.

As Sam was about to fly away as well, Duncan Hailstorm appeared in front of his vision.

"How are you doing, father-in-law?" Sam greeted Duncan, Ophelia\'s father and also his father-in-law, with a smile.

Duncan took a deep breath, "Those Dryads scared the hell out of me, kid."

"Really?"

"Of course. Anyone who messes with people from the spirit race has never led a normal life. I have seen people drown in despair because they offended spirits without proper reason... I don\'t want the same fate to befall on us, especially not on my daughter," Duncan sighed as he spoke.

Sam smiled in satisfaction as he sensed Duncan\'s feelings. Duncan was feeling relieved that the situation with the Dryads ended without a problem.

Throughout the whole conversation, Duncan was constantly worried about offending the Dryads and becoming the target of the heavenly dao\'s wrath.

He wasn\'t worried about his life, nor was he worried about the clan members\' lives. He truly only cared for the life of his daughter.

He was even worried for Sam\'s life because he had learned that his daughter had imprinted on Sam.

He knew what it meant to imprint on someone, and he didn\'t want his daughter to become alone in life if Sam lost his life.

His love for his daughter truly touched Sam\'s heart.

\'I wonder if this is what it\'s like to have a father,\' Sam momentarily thought about his father, William Flareheart.

From his childhood, his mother and aunt had never let him feel the absence of a father in his life.

He had money, good grades, a loving mother, and an aunt who would do anything to fulfill his wishes.

He never felt the need for a father figure, so why would he?

"Tell me, kid, are you related to the World Mother in any way?"

"Even if you ask me, I don\'t have an answer to that question at the moment because I don\'t understand what\'s happening to me either," Sam replied.

Seeing his helpless expression, Duncan didn\'t ask any further questions about the complicated stuff.

"I learned that my daughter imprinted on you?"

"She did," Sam confirmed. "Does this worry you?"

"A little." Sam could see it was not as little as he said. Duncan was worried, probably feeling that his daughter imprinted on Sam too soon.

And he was right; it wasn\'t long before Ophelia met Sam before she imprinted on him.

Imprinting is like a bond, a strong and inseparable connection. For this reason, most dragons never imprint on anyone for life.

They feel that imprinting on someone is like a constraint, akin to how everything is bound to Earth due to gravity. Dragons didn\'t want to be bound to someone like that.

This phenomenon is the same for other races that have something similar to dragons\' imprinting.

"You\'re worrying too much. Don\'t you have trust in your daughter\'s judgment?"

"I do trust her."

"Then stop worrying about this stuff. If it makes you feel any better, I promise you that I will not let your daughter down."

"She is one of my wives, and my wives are the world to me," Sam said in a serious expression that was able to convince Duncan for the moment.

"I believe you, kid," Duncan nodded.

"That\'s all I\'m asking."

"By the way, don\'t leave the Matriarch alone tonight. If possible, go and talk to her. She seems overwhelmed with frustration, and she might do something reckless in fury. I don\'t want her destroying the clan\'s property; I don\'t want to deal with reconstruction works," Duncan pleaded.

"Has she done that before, destroying property blindly due to frustration?"

"A lot of times, and every time she does that, I\'m the one to deal with the after-effects. I\'m so tired of this. Before you ask me, I have tried to talk about this with her before, but she would simply cut me off."

"Hehe... I understand. I will hang out with her and make sure she doesn\'t do anything reckless," Sam chuckled and agreed.

"Don\'t laugh at my misfortune. I\'m a Great Sage Realm cultivator. Do you know how embarrassing it is to do construction work?" Duncan expressed his dissatisfaction as Sam found it amusing.

"I\'m sorry," Sam shook his head with a smile as his powerful dragon wings expanded from his back.

"Good night," leaving those words behind, Sam\'s figure lifted from the ground and slowly flew away towards the direction of the ancestral manor.

Duncan\'s eyes followed as Sam\'s figure vanished into the dark night sky. "Beautiful wings."

He sat on the couch and waved his hand; a glass and a bottle of red wine flew out of his storage ring and landed on the table.

He poured the red wine into the glass until it almost overflowed, the strong essence mixed with rich wood qi permeating the air.

"This is some good shit," he mumbled as he savored the fragrance in the air.

He relaxed his body, grabbed the glass of wine, and took a sip, looking at the three moons glowing ethereally in the night sky.

His eyes became calm, but his mind was contemplating something. It was unknown what he was thinking. "It is a good night indeed."

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