Cherished By Seven Sisters

Chapter 837 Sword King Mountain
“I knew it all along, my dear, you have a sharp tongue but a soft heart. I've
already explained this to Emrys.”
“What a waste of effort!” Ameera rolled her eyes and said, “I'm not a soft-hearted
person. If not for Emrys’s sense of timing, I would have definitely continued to be
at odds with him.”
“Yes, yes.”
Wyatt was very accommodating to his wife. After a moment of hesitation, he said,
“My dear, I've always felt that there’s more to Emrys than meets the eye. He's
likely not just ant ordinary man.”
He shared the peculiar misperception he had experienced when he had bid
farewell to Emrys earlier.
Ameera raised her voice slightly, “Are you implying that I'm in the wrong?”
“Of course not, my dear. How could you possibly be in the wrong?”
In a rush to flatter, beads of cold sweat rolled down Wyatt's forehead.
Indeed, he was in quite a predicament being a henpecked husband.
Suddenly, Ameera fell into silence.
Hadn't I experienced this kind of illusion before too?
She had experienced this misconception more than once. Every time she
conversed with Emrys, his composed demeanor would lead Ameera to believe
that he was no ordinary man.
She found Emrys’s temperament to be incredibly steady.
If it had been any other cultivators, faced with the situation of a shattered golden
elixir, they would have likely been overwhelmed with grief.
However, Emrys maintained a composed demeanor throughout.
Ameera also assumed that his calm demeanor was merely a facade. But when
she considered it from another angle, how many people could so thoroughly
conceal their inner sorrow, revealing not a trace of it?
The mere presence of this calmness was enough to inspire admiration.
However, despite her admiration, the reality was that Emrys’s golden elixir had
shattered, and the potential test had not yielded good results. Consequently,
Ameera had no choice but to indefinitely postpone their wedding date.
“IfEmrys had truly become a broken man, as time went on, Ninette would
naturally. forget him. But if Emrys could rise again, I eagerly await his return to
slap me in the face. I wouldn't mind him slapping me.”
After a long silence, Ameera suddenly spoke these words.
Several days ago, at Sword King Mountain, a young man wearing a mask arrived
at the foot of the mountain, handing over his sword statutte to the custodian of
Sword King Mountain.
The administrative staff in charge of registration asked routinely, “Name and
sect.”
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Typically, cultivators from Mount
Kushburn had their respective sects.
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ThisWas merely a simple registration
process. As long as they held a
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The masked young man pondered for a moment, then replied, “Tigger from
Rabid Gang.”
Rabid Gang?
The registrar paused, bewildered. Since when had such a force emerged in
Mount Kushburn? Moreover, he found the name Tigger too unusual and made
up.
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However, the registration staff didn't
bother to ask for details. After all,
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that@ny dultivator not from Three
Sword Sects who wished to visit-
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As for where they came from, what power they held, and whether they used their
real or false names, they didn’t care.
After verifying the authenticity of the sword statutte, the registrar gestured and
said, “Go on in!”
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The masked youth nodded,
bypassing the man—made ramp to
arrive at the ikot Sword Kindo m
NQuntaintL ing up, he saw a wide,
lengthy staircase stretching straight
upward, broad enough to
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As far as the eye could see, quite a few people were gathered halfway up the
mountain. Some were persistently striving to climb higher, while others were
seated right where they were, presumably contemplating sword energy.
They were primarily disciples of Three Sword Sects, gaining entry through their
sect identification tokens. There were no limits to their visits, allowing them to
come here daily to comprehend sword energy.
Sword King Mountain was a sacred place for disciples of the Three Sword Sects.
For those who were seated in meditation, other climbers consciously kept a
respectful distance. This was an unspoken rule of Sword King Mountain—one
must not maliciously disturb others.
“So many cultivators gathered together, yet living in harmony, this Sword King
Mountain truly is something special.”