Minutes ticked by, and before long, half an hour had passed.
During this time, Esme thought about many things, recalled many old memories, and fought many internal battles.
In the end, she managed to resolve most of her conflicting feelings, though a few knots lingered. However, she knew only time would be able to unravel them—the time she was going to spend with Max, to be exact.
Taking a breath as deep as her battered lungs allowed her to, she turned her gaze toward Max.
When she saw he seemed to be cultivating, she hesitated.
Interrupting one's cultivation was considered a taboo because it could cause a backlash. Unless they were enemies or it was absolutely necessary, a matter of life and death, no one would interrupt someone's cultivation.
A moment later, however, she realized he wasn't exactly cultivating, and interrupting him wouldn't cause him any harm.
Relieved, she softly called out, "I'm ready, my Lord."
