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    Emmett’s expression subtly hardened upon hearing Emrys‘ words.


    Unconsciously, he took a step back, unaware of his own actions,


    Suddenly, an aged voice echoed from the backyard. “Bring him to see me.”


    It was stair, Emmett’s father and the grandmaster of the Ginger family.


    The person stair referred to was Emrys, naturally.


    Emmett dared not defy his father’s wishes. Regaining hisposure, he said, “Come with me to meet


    my father.”


    “No ‘please‘?” Emrys showed no kindness towards him.


    Emmett’s lips twitched as he added, “Pleasee with me to meet my father.”


    “That’s more like it.”


    Stefan coldly snorted and said, “Since you distrust me so much, you have no right to call yourself my


    long–time friend. It’s like not being able to recognize a kind–hearted man. Let’s go, Damarion!”


    The two left the Ginger residence, their spirits burdened by gloom.


    Emrys followed Emmett to the serene backyard of the Ginger residence.


    This was a ce where stair usually practiced his skills and nurtured his spirit. No one dared to


    disturb him without his permission, not even Emmett.


    Inside a chamber in the backyard, stair sat cross–legged on the bed. The martial arts tournament


    with the Houghton family was in two days, and he needed to be in his best condition.


    He heard the sound of approaching footsteps.


    stair’s tightly shut eyes suddenly opened, revealing a sh of sharpness.


    It was hard to believe that such a gaze belonged to someone nearing a hundred years old.


    Indeed, he was still in his prime.


    stair scrutinized Emrys with his sharp gaze, but couldn’t see through him at all. A hint of surprise


    appeared on his face. Then, he turned to Emmett and said, “Emmett, you should apologize to this


    young man immediately!”


    Emmett didn’t dare to object. He could only speak to Emrys in a gentle manner, “Emrys, I have a quick


    temper. I may have offended you with my words earlier. Please don’t take it to heart.”


    Emrys nced at him and said, “You’re nearly seventy years old. You should learn to act more mature.”


    Emmett, having lived to such an old age, was for the first time told by a twenty–year–old that he wasn’t


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    mature enough. It felt strange to him.


    A hint of amusement appeared on stair’s face as he said, “Young man, I heard you mention earlier


    that you were entrusted by my granddaughter, Lydia, to help our Ginger family ovee this crisis. Is


    that correct?”


    Emrys nodded andughed. “Old man, you’re quite aged, but your hearing is still impressive.”


    Upon hearing those words, Emmett, who was standing to the side, broke out in a cold sweat. This


    Emrys was truly audacious. No one has ever dared to address myfather as an old man in this ce.


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    However, stair was not angry. Instead, he looked at Emrys with interest and asked, “What I’m


    curious about is, how do you n to help our Ginger family ovee this crisis?”


    Emrys gave a mysterious smile, then turned to Emmett and instructed, “Go fetch me a calligraphy set.”


    “No need, I have it here.” stair took out a calligraphy set from his bookcase.


    Handing it to Emrys, he asked, “So, are you nning to create a painting to dissuade the Houghton


    family?”


    “You will soon find out, sir. Please turn around for now. And you, ignorant old man, should also turn


    around. I wouldn’t want to blind you in an instant.”


    Emmett was so furious that his nose almost twisted, but when he considered the presence of an older


    person keeping him in check, he could only suppress his anger.


    Emrys painted quickly.


    Throughout the process, Emmett wore a discontented expression.


    On the other hand, stair was more curious. He couldn’tprehend why Emrys hade here to


    paint a picture.


    However, since Emrys had instructed them to wait until it was finished before looking, they naturally


    wouldn’t stoop to sneak a nce.


    It was probably about fifteen minutester when Emryspleted his painting.


    Putting down the ink brush in his hand, he dered, “It’s finished. You can alle and admire my


    masterpiece now. However, I would advise that old man not to look. Otherwise, he may truly go blind.”


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