Cherished By Seven Sisters Novel
Chapter 837

Chapter 837 Sword King Mountain

“I knew it all along, my dear, you have a sharp tongue but a soft heart. I’ve already explained this toEmrys.”

“What a waste of effort!” Ameera rolled her eyes and said, “I’m not a soft–hearted person. If not forEmrys’s sense of timing, I would have definitely continued to be at odds with him.”

“Yes, yes.”

Wyatt was very accommodating to his wife. After a moment of hesitation, he said, “My dear, I’ve alwaysfelt that there’s more to Emrys than meets the eye. He’s likely not just ant ordinary man.”

He shared the peculiar misperception he had experienced when he had bid farewell to Emrys earlier.

Ameera raised her voice slightly, “Are you implying that I’m in the wrong?”

“Of course not, my dear. How could you possibly be in the wrong?”

In a rush to flatter, beads of cold sweat rolled down Wyatt’s forehead.

Indeed, he was in quite a predicament being a henpecked husband.

Suddenly, Ameera fell into silence.

Hadn’t I experienced this kind of illusion before too?

She had experienced this misconception more than once. Every time she conversed with Emrys, hiscomposed demeanor would lead Ameera to believe that he was no ordinary

man.

She found Emrys’s temperament to be incredibly steady.

If it had been any other cultivators, faced with the situation of a shattered golden elixir, they would havelikely been overwhelmed with grief.

However, Emrys maintained a composed demeanor throughout.

Ameera also assumed that his calm demeanor was merely a facade. But when she considered it fromanother angle, how many people could so thoroughly conceal their

inner sorrow, revealing not a trace of it?

The mere presence of this calmness was enough to inspire admiration.

However, despite her admiration, the reality was that Emrys’s golden elixir had shattered, and thepotential test had not yielded good results. Consequently, Ameera had no choice but to indefinitelypostpone their wedding date.

“IfEmrys had truly become a broken man, as time went on, Ninette would naturally. forget him. But ifEmrys could rise again, I eagerly await his return to slap me in the face. I wouldn’t mind him slappingme.”

After a long silence, Ameera suddenly spoke these words.

Several days ago, at Sword King Mountain, a young man wearing a mask arrived at the foot of themountain, handing over his sword statutte to the custodian of Sword King Mountain.

The administrative staff in charge of registration asked routinely, “Name and sect.”

Typically, cultivators from Mount Kushburn had their respective sects. Even if they didn’t, it was a bigdeal. This was merely a simple registration process. As long as they held a sword statutte, regardlessof their status, they could enter Sword King Mountain.

The masked young man pondered for a moment, then replied, “Tigger from Rabid Gang.”

Rabid Gang?

The registrar paused, bewildered. Since when had such a force emerged in Mount Kushburn?Moreover, he found the name Tigger too unusual and made up.

However, the registration staff didn’t bother to ask for details. After all, they had been instructed fromabove that any cultivator not from Three Sword Sects who wished to visit- Sword King Mountain onlyneeded to possess a sword statutte.

As for where they came from, what power they held, and whether they used their real or false names,they didn’t care.

After verifying the authenticity of the sword statutte, the registrar gestured and said, “Go

on in!”

The masked youth nodded, bypassing the man–made ramp to arrive at the foot of Sword KingMountain. Looking up, he saw a wide, lengthy staircase stretching straight upward, broad enough toaccommodate twenty to thirty people standing side by side on the same

step.

As far as the eye could see, quite a few people were gathered halfway up the mountain. Some werepersistently striving to climb higher, while others were seated right where they were, presumablycontemplating sword energy.

They were primarily disciples of Three Sword Sects, gaining entry through their sect identificationtokens. There were no limits to their visits, allowing them to come here daily to comprehend swordenergy.

Sword King Mountain was a sacred place for disciples of the Three Sword Sects.

For those who were seated in meditation, other climbers consciously kept a respectful distance. Thiswas an unspoken rule of Sword King Mountain–one must not maliciously disturb others.

“So many cultivators gathered together, yet living in harmony, this Sword King Mountain truly issomething special.”