Chapter 298 Painting


    If Emrys had remained silent, it would have been better. His words only served to further fuel Emmett’s


    dissatisfaction. Is it just a painting? How could it possibly blind me? What nonsense are you spouting? I


    will look at it, and you can’t stop me!


    With determination, Emmett took the initiative and moved closer.


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    To his surprise, nothing bad happened.


    As he looked at the paper, he saw a beautifully sketched owl. The strokes were minimal, yet the image


    was incredibly vivid.


    Emmett remarked, “This is the work of Mr. Emerentius. I didn’t expect him to be such a youngd. I


    must admit, you’re quite impressive, but you’re exaggerating.”


    Emrys, who was indeed the renowned Emerentius, would have normally surprised Emmett upon


    learning this secret. However, with the Ginger family facing a crisis, he had no time to concern himself


    with who was a prodigious master of calligraphy and painting.


    stair furrowed his brows and asked, “Young man, does this painting of yours have any connection to


    the difficulties our Ginger family is currently facing?”


    Could it be that this young man came here just to showcase his talent in calligraphy and painting? If


    that was indeed the case, then it could only be said that it was utterly inappropriate and showed a


    completeck of understanding!


    Emrys gave a mysterious smile and said, “Old man, open your uncultured eyes wide, focus on the


    owl’s eyes, look closely, and feel it with your heart.”


    stair suspiciously shifted his gaze, focusing on the owl’s eyes.


    After three seconds, an aura of unparalleled terror burst forth from the owl’s eyes. It felt as if two


    colossal beasts had suddenly leaped from the tranquil surface of ake, stirring up thousands of


    ripples.


    That aura pierced into stair’s eyes, striking his heart. It felt as if there was an unreachable barrier


    within him, which shattered with a single snap.


    With a sudden jolt, stair’s b*dy collided with the corner of the table. Yet, there was no trace of pain


    on his face. Instead, it was filled with unparalleled ecstasy, immense excitement, and boundless


    exhration.


    “Young man… No, Mr. Lund, I thank you for bestowing upon me this great fortune!” Tears streamed


    down stair’s aged face.


    With silver hair cascading down to his waist, stair gave a deep bow of nearly ny degrees to


    Emrys.


    Beside them, Emmett looked utterly bewildered. He wanted to follow Emrys‘ method and stare into the


    owl’s eyes. However, he saw stair suddenly straighten up and close the painting.


    “Your cultivation level is inflicient. Seeing it would only blind your unworthy eyes,” said stair.


    Emmett waspletely taken aback. How could even myfather say such a thing?


    At that moment, Emrys spoke up. “Old man, I’ll leave the painting with you. I’ll be outside, waiting for


    your good news.”


    “Indeed, thank you, Mr. Lund…” stair spoke humbly. But as he turned his head, he sternly


    reprimanded Emmett, “Remember, treat Mr. Lund with the utmost respect. If I find out you’ve slighted


    him in the slightest, I’lle back and knock your head off.”


    Emmett’s head was buzzing, and his heart was overwhelmed with shock. He had never seen his father


    so agitated, excited, and out of character before. What exactly was hidden within Emrys‘ painting?


    Upon arriving at the main hall, Emmett personally brewed coffee and poured water, attentively serving


    Emrys. At the same time, he curiously asked, “Um, Mr. Lund, could you tell me what exactly happened


    just now?”


    He wouldn’t have dared to show any disrespect towards Emrys.


    Furthermore, even his father addressed Emrys with great politeness. How could he possibly dare to


    call Emrys by his name or refer to him as “young man?” He could only address Emrys with the utmost


    respect.


    Emrys picked up his coffee, took a sip, and said, “This isn’t really a secret, so there’s no harm in telling


    you. Let me ask you, how long has your father been stuck as a Manifestor?”


    After considering for a moment, Emmett said, “I can’t remember the exact duration, but it’s been


    several decades. He himself admitted that his cultivation has remained unchanged over these


    decades.”


    “That’s correct,” Emrys chuckled, adding, “In that painting, I incorporated a certain force, a force that


    would help him break through his cultivation level.”


    The moment Emrys first saw stair, he recognized the issue within him. stair was just one step


    away from sess. However, sometimes, the final step could truly be a stumbling block. Like stair,


    who hadn’t been able to take that step for decades.