Cherished By Seven Sisters

Chapter 232 Terrified

Unfortunately, Damarion directed his words at the wrong person. It was a pity.

Speaking of personal favor, within the boundaries of Chanaca, whose favor could possibly outweigh that of Empyrean Lord?

Emrys glanced at Damarion and scoffed, “The favor of your Cooper family, in my eyes, is worth nothing!”

It was that single glance that caused the internal energy surging within Damarion to seemingly solidify, leaving him unable to move.

In stark contrast to the solidified inner strength was Damarion’s mood, which had surged like a stormy sea, rising to the heavens and was beyond control. This Dr. Lund from Jadeborough is no ordinary man!

“My apologies!” Damarion instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

He gave Emrys a respectful bow, then hurriedly pulled Mason away.

Mason uttered, “Mr. Gallegos, what is this…”

“Shut up!”

Mason was confused, about to ask a question, but was abruptly silenced by Damarion’s words. He was afraid that Mason might say something wrong again, which would reach Emrys‘ ears.

Only after they had walked a considerable distance, ensuring that Emrys could not hear them, did Damarion speak with a grave expression. “Mr. Cooper, do you realize that your actions these past few

days nearly pushed the Cooper family into an irretrievable abyss?”

“Mr. Gallegos, why would you say that?” Mason still didn’t understand.

Damarion did not respond immediately. Instead, he pulled out his phone and made a call. That call was to the patriarch of the Cooper family, Stefan.

“Old Mr. Cooper, I believe it would be best if you personally made a trip to Jadeborough!”

Stefan furrowed his brows. “What’s going on? Does that Dr. Lund really have such a big ego?”

“It’s not…” Damarion turned his head to glance at Mason, then continued to speak. “That Dr. Lund, he’s not just a simple doctor, but also a martial artist. Mr. Cooper has… unintentionally offended him.”

“Hmph, I knew that little rascal would cause more harm than good. He volunteered to go to Jadeborough this time. It’s clear he’s up to no good!”

The authoritative voice on the phone paused for a moment, then asked, “What stage is Dr. Lund?”

“According to my estimation, it was at least Manifestor!”

“Darn that Mason!” Stefan cursed loudly before abruptly hanging up the phone, hastily ordering his men to rush toward Jadeborough.

Chapter 232 Terrified

Meanwhile, Mason was also listening to their conversation. Initially, he was quite upset about Damarion snitching. However, when he heard the term “Manifestor,” he was utterly terrified.

His legs were about to give out from fear!

Mason’s voice trembled as he spoke. “Mr. Gallegos, did you just tell Grandpa that person is a Manifestor grandmaster?” All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

He still couldn’t bring himself to believe it, clinging to a sliver of hope. However, Damarion simply nodded, his expression incredibly solemn.

“Although I don’t want to admit it, I’m certain. He is one.” The shock in Damarion’s heart was no less than that of Mason.

Especially during that fleeting moment of eye contact with Emrys, Damarion felt as if someone had seized his heart.

Only a Manifestor grandmaster possessed such terrifying deterrence.

His fear intensified immediately as Damarion thought about it.

Emrys, at such a young age, in his early twenties, had already reached the Manifestor cultivation base. What a terrifying talent that was!

Based on the latest known martial arts prodigies, the earliest to reach Manifestor stage was a woman around the age of twenty–two. At that moment, she was the chief of Central Chanaean Martial Arts Alliance.

Originally, Damarion thought he had already encountered the most terrifying thing, but the person he met earlier thoroughly shocked him to his core.

At the age of twenty, Emrys was already a Manifestor grandmaster, two years younger than the prodigious woman!

One must not underestimate those two years. They actually represented a kind of talent, a potential. It was highly likely that, in future achievements, Emrys could surpass the poster girl of Central Chanaean Martial Arts Alliance, reaching an even higher level.

In the later stages of a martial artist’s journey, each level represented a vast chasm, not something that could be easily crossed.

Hence, one could imagine the shock that filled Damarion’s heart.

He had called for Stefan to come in person because he anticipated that such a character would undoubtedly become a force that could overturn the entire martial arts world in the future. He was afraid that any displeasure Emrys experienced might cause the latter to bear a grudge.

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