"But I will give my all to help you." As Lady Catherine spoke, her tone, gaze, and gestures all radiated sincerity, as if she saw Julian as the most precious thing in the world, wishing she could offer everything she had to him.
Julian had to admit—he too had a sense of vanity, and at this moment, it was satisfied like never before.
Lady Catherine had a curvaceous figure and an enchanting face. There was no doubt she was a mature and graceful beauty. On the path of the transcendent, she stood as a formidable figure just at the threshold of the Holy Realm. Across the entire continent, few could rival her strength. She was also several times older than Julian, with a few more years added on top.
And yet now, she instinctively lowered herself, almost in a prostrate position before him, her trembling hands pressed against the cold floor.
