Samantha was still dressed in the same clothes she wore during the day. Darryl gulped. He could not help but give Samantha another look or two. She maintained her figure and youthfulness. If she stood next to Lily, they looked more like sisters rather than a mother-daughter duo.

Samantha hushed Darryl with a finger to her lips. “Don’t turn on the lights. Lily is asleep, I don’t want to wake her up.”

What? Keep the lights off? Why was she so mysterious?

In another mansion by the Donghai City seaside, an old man was sitting on a couch. It was Zion Featherstone, Evelyn’s grandfather. He previously consumed an ineffective Godly pill and fainted.

“Grandpa, help me take a look—is this Yang pill genuine?” Evelyn impatiently rushed into the living room and handed the pill to her grandfather.

Zion took the pill. He scrutinized it and nodded. “This is the real thing.”

He read about the Yang pill in an old manual. The manual described the pill exactly as what he saw. At that, Evelyn let out