Constantine Siegel

He scooped up Trevon Neal, his expression morphing into one of astonishment. "Innate pinnacle realm, with a fully opened spiritual aperture? Whose child is this?"

The significance of an opened innate spiritual aperture, signifying pinnacle strength, was undeniable. 

Even a layman could grasp its import. 

The potential of such a child, once grown, was boundless. 

Typically, such individuals were regarded as bloodline warriors. 

Inheriting their parents' bloodline meant they started at a remarkably high level, their strength burgeoning automatically without effort. 

As they matured, they became formidable figures.

"Grandpa, who are you?" Judith Neal blinked, regarding Old Crane with curiosity.

"Old Crane!" Heather Sage approached, her voice hushed. 

"Are these the Young Master's children?" Old Crane snapped out of his reverie, swallowing hard. Tentatively, he inquired, recalling the rumors circulating in the outside world.