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“Your subordinate obeys!” Aemon kowtowed thrice, as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly scurried out of the room.

Just as Aemon was about to make his exit, Morgana suddenly called out, “Stop!”

Aemon’s back went cold and he swiftly turned around, trembling as he inquired, “M… My Lord… do you have any further commands?”

Morgana asked him, “How are the Three Elders?”

Relieved that Morgana was not pursuing the matter further, Aemon replied, bowing respectfully, “My Lord, the Three Elders are currently waiting in the secret hall.”

Morgana furrowed her brow and asked, “When I ordered their return, did you notice any changes in their demeanor?”

“This…” Aemon Mirren hesitated for a moment before respectfully answering, “Master, when you ordered their return, the Three Elders appeared somewhat displeased.”

“Displeased?” Morgana sneered and calmly said, “These three individuals are dissatisfied because I disturbed their seclusion. It seems that human nature works that way. Offer someone a bowl of rice and they may not show much gratitude. Take away half of their meal and they will hate you instead.”

Aemon cautiously asked, “My Lord, what do you think should be done?”

Morgana responded indifferently, “Rewards! Naturally, they should be rewarded! When you lead troops into battle, they should be rewarded for victory, rewarded for their exhaustion and rewarded for their fruitless efforts. However, the rewards will come later. Let them wait and allow them to complain silently. Rewarding them outright will make them feel entitled. It’s better to let them contemplate their previous complaints and feel a sense of shame when the time is right.”

could only offer flattery, saying, “The

place for them to stay. You shall accompany them for a few days and we shall

quickly responded, “Your

Aemon departed, Morgana paced toward a wall in the main hall where a

wall. Her gaze fixed on Myanmar on the map, then shifted to the neighboring southern province and finally traveled to the Dian Mountains, thousands of miles away from the southern province. Her thoughts drifted away. She thought of her old friend and then her

of her Master being used to warn her by someone else today made her whisper to herself, “Master, it seems you underestimated me and my brother. When you left, both of us were by your side, yet you never

that thought, Morgana’s mind instantly traveled back to 1650, more than

the vast Dian Mountains lay a forbidden

ventured, they would end up on the outskirts of the miasma. Inhaling it would result in months of excruciating headaches, nausea and unbearable pain. Some desperate souls, driven by curiosity, ventured

where Morvel Bazin secluded himself for cultivation. The miasma was merely a formation he had set up to shield mortals from the

pursued the path to longevity,

Lucius Clark were pursued by the invading army into the mountains, they

coincidentally saved the two of them. It was through this rescue that Morvel

against the invading rebels. As for himself, he could

moment, Morgana’s

older brother, Lucius Clark, in dedicating herself to the cause,