A Man Like None Other

Erasing the memories of an ordinary person was simple, but to do the same to a cultivator’s memories in her consciousness field was an extraordinarily challenging feat. It was extremely draining.

Several hours later, Jared finally stopped, completely drenched in sweat:

“I’ve already erased Ms. Giuvali’s memories, Old Mr. Giuvali. We’ll only know whether I managed to retain her most fundamental memories when she wakes up!”

After he had finished speaking, he plopped down onto the chair.

He was truly exhausted, drained to the core.

At the sight of Jared so weary, Misho looked at him with gratitude written all over his face. “Thank you, Mr. Chance. Regardless of whether Izolda recognizes me, I will always be there for her!”

At just that moment, Izolda slowly opened her eyes.

Seeing that Izolda had awakened, Misho anxiously went over in a hurry. He was uncertain if his granddaughter would still recognize him.

When Izolda caught sight of her grandfather, she called out softly, “Grandpa…”

Upon hearing that, Misho instantly murmured an acknowledgment in delight, tears escaping his eyes uncontrollably.

“Why are you crying, Grandpa? Where are we?” Izolda asked while helping to wipe his tears away after getting up.

I’ll take you

simply overjoyed to see

Izolda’s most fundamental memories are intact, there’ll be no need for Old Mr. Giuvali to guide

thank you

fell to his knees before

mention it,

to him, stopping him

is this, Grandpa? Why do you want

her grandfather

a

interrupted him, saying, “Perhaps it’s best not to tell Ms. Giuvali

Misho

else to go, you’re welcome to stay here.

Chance. I’m planning to take Izolda back home. I won’t take

is fraught with danger, so a safe and stable life

let out

of the Ethereal Realm are a thousand or even a million times worse than those of the mundane world! In the Ethereal Realm, there are no set rules to speak of. Power was everything! In the mundane world,

and even set up a spiritual energy collection array.