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 to Emrys.”

“What a waste of effort!” Ameera rolled her eyes and said, “I’m not a soft–hearted person. If not for Emrys’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 always felt 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, his composed 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 have likely 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 from another 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 the potential test had not yielded good results. Consequently, Ameera had no choice but to indefinitely postpone their wedding date.

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

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 the mountain, 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 big deal. This was merely a simple registration process. As long as they held a sword statutte, regardless of 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 from above that any cultivator not from Three Sword Sects who wished to visit- Sword King Mountain only needed 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 King Mountain. Looking up, he saw a wide, lengthy staircase stretching straight upward, broad enough to accommodate 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 were persistently striving to climb higher, while others were seated right where they were, presumably contemplating sword energy.

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

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. This was 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 is something special.”