Cherished By Seven Sisters

Chapter 753 Think It Over

Ameera’s thoughts then drifted to those from the Judd family.

The mere idea that they might link Emrys, a Golden Elixir Stage cultivator, to the demise of Yadiel caused her concern.

Golden Elixir Stage cultivators were a rarity in Jazona, making any such individual a prime suspect in their eyes.

Should the Judd family piece together Emrys‘ connection to the Crimson Sun Sect, it would all but confirm his guilt in their minds.

Gideon, driven by vengeance, wouldn’t be one to back down casily.

Despite Emrys‘ formidable power potentially overshadowing Gideon, provoking the well- established Judd family, allied with Cloudmist Academy, could indeed spell trouble.

Meanwhile, Ameera, despite having dispensed her sage advice, couldn’t shake off a lingering sense of unease. Turning toward Cordelia, she voiced her concern with genuine. apprehension, “Cordelia, are you absolutely sure you want to tag along to Cloudmist. Academy? Think it over, will you?”

Her worry wasn’t so much about Emrys, given his unparalleled strength and the lucky chance that seemed to guard him against misfortune.

Rather, it was Cordelia, still at the Energy Cultivation Stage, who occupied her thoughts.

The Judd family’s ignorance of Emrys was a stroke of luck, but the nightmare scenario. would be them using Cordelia as leverage if they ever caught wind of Emrys. Such a turn of events would undoubtedly lead to dire consequences.

Ameera shared these concerns for Cordelia’s well–being.

The safety of staying with the Morris family seemed a far better option than risking their current predicament.

After much deliberation, Cordelia graciously declined Ameera’s offer.

I’ve already reached out to Rys earlier. He’s savvy enough to stay one step ahead. Seeking refuge with the Morris family is hardly a long–term solution. It’s not like I can spend his whole life in hiding. right?

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Chapter 753 Think It Over

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In Ylarora, in a quaint village nestled in the south, Yelena concluded her prayers, her eyes still showing traces of recent tears,

Returning to one’s roots after more than two decades was no small feat.

Thankfully, the benevolent village chief had over the years maintained the ancestral hall. preventing it from falling into disrepair.

It was he who had initially placed the memorial tablet for her family.

Expressing her heartfelt thanks to the chief, they then set off back to Jazona.

While passing through a small town, a buzz of excitement caught their attention. The renowned Emerentius was reportedly in town, captivating an audience with his live painting.

Emerentius was a formidable figure in the calligraphy and painting field. Certainly, his appearance would be accompanied by substantial fanfare.

“Mr. Emerentius is here, of all places? I’ve got to see this for myself!” Yelena exclaimed, her curiosity piqued, especially after the somber task of honoring her parents. The notion of confronting an impostor pretending to be Emerentius seemed like the perfect outlet for her pent–up frustrations.

Unbeknownst to the crowd, Emrys, the real Emerentius, was right there, incognito, with Yelena. His disguise, complete with a black baseball cap, sunglasses, and a mask, was thorough, ensuring his anonymity.

“Let’s not jump to conclusions. We’ll check him out first,” Emrys suggested, his voice carrying a hint of amusement as he held Yelena back from doing anything drastic.

Such were the troubles of being a public figure.

If he were to be recognized as the Empyrean Lord, it could certainly stir up some trouble.

The fame that accompanied his alias, Empyrean Lord, was a double–edged sword, restricting the freedom he once enjoyed. Gone were the days when he could meander through the streets unnoticed, indulging in his whims.

Now, as a figure of high regard, such carefree antics were no longer befitting.

Nonetheless, they made their way to the art booth, where a rather unkempt man, presumably in his forties or fifties, was drawing a crowd with his art.