Cherished By Seven Sisters

Chapter 839 Another Chatterbox
Naturally, he couldn't reveal to Emrys that based on his recent comment, any
member of Three Sword Sects could discern that he was an outsider who had
arrived here by means of a sword statutte.
After all, Emrys had said, “I feelahe mountaintop suits me better.”
Anyone bold enough to make such a statement clearly didn’t understand Sword
King Mountain. In fact, uttering such words would likely invite ridicule from
everyone around them.
The sword energy of Sword King Mountain that wafted around was rather unique.
Starting from the latter two-thirds of the staircase, the higher one climbed, the
stronger the sword energy became until it reached its peak at the very last step
of the staircase.
However, upon reaching the mountain's peak, there was no trace of any sword
energy. Instead, there stood only a plain white statue of the former Sword King.
On the mountaintop, one couldn't grasp the slightest hint of sword energy.
Therefore, when Emrys declared that the peak was more suited to him, Peter
gave him a peculiar look. He was convinced that Emrys didn’t understand the
essence of Sword King Mountain.
This was a very simple method of identification, yet Peter deliberately chose not
to mention it. Instead, he claimed that he discerned it from Emrys’s demeanor,
making himself seem much more impressive.
Emrys could clearly see through Peter's pretense of profundity. However, he
chose not to call him out on it. Instead, he followed along with the man’s line of
thought and asked, “Is there really any difference between my demeanor and
that of you Sword Sect disciples?”
“Of course, we're different.”
Peter shook his head and said, “We, the disciples of Three Sword Sects, due to
our long- term sword practice, have already merged our own temperament with
the sword aura, making us appear even more fierce and domineering. As for
you...”
He gave Emrys a pretentious once-over, clicking his tongue a few times before
saying, “Just average, nothing remarkable. Compared to a big guy like me, we're
as different as night and day.”
Upon hearing these words, Emrys was almost certain that this fool was spouting
nonsense.
He shook his head, deciding not to continue the conversation with Peter.
However, Peter continued to ramble on. “Tigger, heed my advice. The waters of
Sword King Mountain run deep. There are many things beyond your control. We,
as disciples of the Sword Sect, are fortunate. We can come here every day to
gain insight, but it's different for you. Your sword statutte can only be used once.
That single opportunity is all had, so cherish it well! Tigger, are you even
listening?”
Entrys was at a loss for words.
I really shouldn't have bothered with this annoying guy. Argh, he’s another
chatterbox. Hmm? Another one!
Emrys continued his ascent toward the mountain peak.
As he followed along, Peter chattered non-stop. “Tigger, why won’t you take my
advice? I mean well, you know... Hey, don’t walk so fast. 'm not even done
putting on a show yet!”
Upon seeing Emrys quicken his pace up the mountain, Peter’s true nature was
suddenly revealed, bearing no resemblance to his previously cool demeanor.
“Sigh, some people just don’t learn until they hit a brick wall. Well, today, Tigger,
I'm going to follow you to the mountain top..
see how you make a fool of yourself later!”
With a hint of resentment in his voice, Peter spoke, trailing behind Emrys as they
ascended the mountain stairs step by step. His breathing grew increasingly
labored, and beads of sweat covered his forehead.
The intensity of the sword energy here had already subjected him to immense
pressure.
Upon glancing up at Emrys again, Peter's small eyes suddenly narrowed
intensely.
Emrys moved as if he were walking on flat ground, his strides swift and effortless.
It was as if ascending Sword King Mountain was a task that posed no challenge
to him.
Only then did Peter react, realizing he had been too caught up in his chatter
earlier. At this moment, he became aware that this masked young man named
Tigger was indeed no ordinary individual.
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