Cherished By Seven Sisters by Melvin Houle

Chapter 185 Helping Yelena Out

The old friar, however, kept Emrys in suspense, stating that it was a secret. He assured Emrys that everything would naturally become clear later on.

As for the more profound questions, the old friar merely responded with a smile and no answer. He simply said that when the time was right, everything would naturally be revealed. This left Emrys extremely frustrated, to the point where he burned several of the old friar’s treasured Jetroinian painting albums that very day. The consequence of his actions was a severe beating.

After explaining the basic situation of the cultivator, Yelena blinked her enticing, narrow eyes that resembled a fox’s, and asked, “So, what realm are you in now, Rys?”

After giving it some serious thought, Emrys suddenly let out a mischievous chuckle and said, “Take a guess!”

“Hmph! Don’t want to talk, huh? I don’t even care to know!” –

Yelena turned her head, her face full of frustration. Seeing her expression, Emrys finally experienced the amusement his old friar used to feel.

After a moment, Emrys suddenly said, “Get on the bed, Lena. I’ll assist you in your cultivation!”

Sure enough, Yelena no longer looked gloomy. Her beautiful eyes sparkled as she asked, “You can even assist in cultivation?”

“Of course, it’s possible. Your life energy and mine share the same origin. As long as I place my palm on you and circulate my life energy, it can resonate with yours. Rest assured, I will control the strength of the life energy. Your meridians are still too weak to withstand a strong flow of life energy,” Emrys said, candidly sharing with Yelena the secret that their vital energies originated from the same source.

all, Yelena was a novice in cultivation, so she had no idea

so

would no longer arbitrarily manipulate the

foundational stage, where every

life/energy within Yelena’s b*dy, the impact on Yelena wouldn’t be significant. This was because she would be able to replenish her life

assist me with my cultivation

aid

your mentor, you must call me ‘Mr. Lund‘ from now on, and

thing to ruin my image, but to actually

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Helping Yelena

a jerk, I won’t call you that again. By the way, what was it

me whatever you like,

a sensible

she had extended toward Emrys, and she sat cross- legged on the bed. In the process, she tore a few holes in

finally couldn’t help but ask, “Lena, it’s just training. Why are you tearing

business! I just feel like tearing it apart! Now, enough with the

on