"Thank you."
Davis heaved a heavy breath before he sat down. He regained his composure but still looked at the Supreme One with a gaze full of gratitude, "I can't thank you enough, Celestial Transcendent. Whether you saved Clara and took her as a personal disciple to grant her immunity to all forms of inquisition for me or not, I will remember this favor. When things get ugly, I will remember and show you mercy."
The Celestial Transcendent almost cracked a smile, seemingly amused.
"I guess I should be thankful, but whether you're alive or not by that time - you haven't lost the light in your eyes."