Chapter 835 Three Sword Sects
Gazing at Nte’s rosy lips, Emrys was suddenly reminded of a moment not too long ago, when he
was just a step away from crossing a significant threshold with her. His breathing became increasingly
labored.
He felt as if roaring mes weredburning within him.
Yet, in the next second, he felt a pang of uncase, a sensation akin to a thorn in his back.
Without a doubt, it was Ameera’s ominous and murderous gaze fixed firmly on his back.
Of course, Emrys wouldn’t pay her any attention. He simply picked Nte up and returned to the
room.
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That night, Nte clung to Emrys as she drifted off to sleep, much like an octopus wrapping its
tentacles around its prey. Ameera, on the other hand, sat vigntly aside, keeping her eyes open and
staying awake the whole night, not daring to let her guard down for even a moment.
Early the next morning, Emrys left the Morris residence. But before long, he ran into a
man.
It was Ameera’s husband, Wyatt.
Despite bearing thest name Morris, Wyatt was far less significant in the Morris family
than Ameera.
Emrys asked in surprise, “Mr. Morris, were you waiting here specifically for me?”
He didn’t harbor much ill will toward Wyatt. Instead, he felt deep sympathy for thetter for marrying a
woman like Ameera, turning himself from the supposed head of the family into a hen–pecked husband.
Emrys sympathized with Wyatt’s ordeal.
Wyatt smiled. “Emrys, that’s just how Ameera is, overly ambitious and status–conscious. If she said
anything out of linest night that hurt you, let me apologize on her behalf.”
He seemed very sincere, but at the same time, equally helpless.
Emrys‘ face showed a strange expression as he said, “Mr. Morris, you’re overthinking it. My departure
from the Morris residence wasn’t because of Ameera. I didn’t take any of
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her words to heart.”
Of course, there was no way Emrys would be so vulnerable. No matter how merciless Ameera was
with her words, she wouldn’t hurt him in the slightest.
Wyatt shed a bitter smile. He assumed that Emrys was merely putting on a brave front and chose not
to wound thetter’s pride. “Ameera is more bark than bite. She’s actually very kind–hearted.”
Emrys remained silent, refraining from passing any judgment.
In fact, he couldn’t be bothered about what kind of person Ameera was.
A momentter, Emrys broke his silence and said, “Mr. Morris, if you’ve been waiting here specifically
to tell me all this, there’s no need for you to. You shouldn’t feel guilty either.”
Emrys didn’t know how to exin himself in such situations. He figured Wyatt probably wouldn’t believe
him even though he said that he didn’t take Ameera’s words to heart.
However, Emrys did find himself growing somewhat more fond of Wyatt.
Seeing how Wyatt had woken up early in the morning to wait for him, all while keeping it a secret from
Ameera, Emrys was undoubtedly moved by the former’s sincerity.
Wyatt cast a deep gaze at Emrys. “Actually, other than expressing my apology, there’s something else I
want to give you.”
“You have something for me?”
A look of confusion crossed Emrys‘ face.
Then, he saw Wyatt carefully pull out something and handed it over to him.
It was a small sword, norger than a pinky finger, intricately etched with formation marks. It was not
sharpened, and at first nce, it looked like nothing more than a child’s
toy.
“This is a sword statutte, equivalent to Sword King Mountain’s key. I was fortunate enough to acquire
one but never had the chance to use it. You can take it and try your luck at Sword King Mountain.”
As the name suggests, Sword King Mountain was a ce of cultivation left behind by a powerful sword
cultivator, whose skill in the way of the sword had reached the legendary level. Its sword energy
permeated the air year–round, making it an ideal ce for sword
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cultivators to cultivate their skills.
There were three great Sword Sects in Mount Kushburn, namely Soul Sword Sect, Origin Sword Sect,
and Spirit Sword Sect.
Three Sword Sects were established around Sword King Mountain.
The Sword King Mountain was their sacred peak, jointly managed by the Three Sword Seets. Mentees
within the sects could enter by presenting their identification tokens. In addition to that, every so often,
the Three Sword Sects would randomly distribute a hundred sword statuttes.
Within the realm of Mount Kushburn, any cultivator could enter Sword King Mountain with the sword
statutte toprehend the essence of sword energy.
As for why it was done this way, probably only the higher–ups of the Three Sword Sects would truly
know.