The Man’s Decree

Meanwhile, at Stormwind Sect, Emiliano was intubated all over, with a green liquid coursing through the tubes. In front of him was a glass vessel filled with the same green liquid, which continuously churned and boiled.

Emiliano knitted his brows, seemingly enduring immense pain.

His mother wore an anxious expression as she quietly observed from the side.
“Tucker, are you sure this is going to work? Mind you, he’s your son. If this fails and Emiliano’s life is in danger, I’ll not let you off!” she threatened while staring at Tucker.

“This technology is already well-developed, so don’t worry,” Tucker reassured her and stood before the glass vessel, where he gently bit his finger, allowing a few drops of his blood to drip into the green liquid.

Shockingly, he appeared visibly fatigued after the mere act of dripping a few drops of blood into the vessel.

As the green liquid continued to be infused into Emiliano’s body, he began to emanate a faint green glow while his aura started expanding.

Observing the scene unfolding before him, Tucker laughed. “Don’t worry, our son will undergo a complete transformation in less than ten hours!”

nodded in delight

enjoying an intimate moment, Garthor, who stood at Reflection Cliff, continued to

him. His expression seemed to show how bad he

are you holding up?” Hugh

to his feet and inclined his

Reflection Cliff because

do you mean, Dad? To protect

questions. Remain at Reflection Cliff for now, and I’ll release you once you advance to the next level of cultivation,” Hugh replied dismissively, waving

she wants Emiliano to take over my

cold at once. “You are my son, the rightful successor to Stormwind Sect. Besides you, no one else is deserving of the leadership position! You’re forbidden from making that kind of remark again. From now on, you need to learn to