Once Claire rapidly rushed to the front of Emery’s house, she was shocked by the scene in front of her. How was there still a house? Emery’s laboratory and bedroom were already razed to the ground, in ruins. White Emperor laid on Claire’s head, pulling on her hair. His eyes widened as he saw this scene and he started chirping. (Normally White Emperor is always either crouching on Claire’s shoulder or lying flat on her head. His presence felt almost nonexistent.)
Emery’s sorry figure was standing amidst the ruins, multiple wounds on his body, the blood already dying Emery’s right sleeve red and still dripping continuously. Cliff hovered in mid-air, his face full of killing intent as he stared at Emery below him.
“Master, are you alright?” Claire rushed to Emery’s side swiftly, supported his tottering body, and then asked worriedly, “What’s going on?”
“Cough, cough…” Emery coughed, a line of bright blood flowed down, leaving a bloodstain. He quietly said, “It’s fine. For the time being, it’s alright. Today Cliff rushed over here and said it turns out that I was your master, so today I had to die.”
Immediately, Claire understood what was going on.
Cliff, that short tempered old man, was unwilling to be a second master, so he wanted to kill Emery so that he would become Claire’s only master.
“What kind of benevolence or capabilities do you have to be Claire’s master? I was wondering what kind of person could become Claire’s master, a small character like you is also suitable?” Cliff said angrily, floating in mid-air and watching Emery with killing intent.
Emery suppressed the raging Qi and blood in his mind and said quietly, “Yes, I also always felt I wasn’t suitable…”
“Then you should go die.” A cold light flashed in Cliff’s eyes as he was about to make a move.