The Man's Decree

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.

we?” Izolda asked while helping to wipe his tears

take

was simply overjoyed to see

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

you enough,

that, Misho fell to his knees

mention it,

to him, stopping him from

Why do you want to

at Jared blankly, unable to comprehend why her grandfather wanted to kneel before

Chance, a

just about to introduce Jared to Izolda when Jared interrupted him, saying, “Perhaps it’s best not to tell Ms. Giuvali too much, Old Mr. Giuvali. Just let her remember whatever she can, lest she gets

that, Misho

Giuvali? If you have nowhere else to go, you’re welcome to

Mr. Chance. I’m planning to take Izolda back home. I won’t take her roaming around anymore in the future,”

fraught with danger, so

out a

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