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 upied her thoughts.
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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 rora, in a quaint vige 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 vige chief had over the years maintained the ancestral hall. preventing it
from falling into disrepair.
It was he who had initially ced 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 apanied by substantial fanfare.
“Mr. Emerentius is here, of all ces? I’ve got to see this for myself!” Yelena eximed, 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,plete with a ck baseball cap, sunsses, 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 apanied 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.
Nheless, 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.