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In the end, the brunt of the blame was on the Diasho Clan's shoulders. Trying to snuff out a genius because you were worried about their growing strength was despicable no matter how powerful you were. So, despite having regained his strength, the gazes of disdain toward the Diasho Clan elder only grew fiercer. 

Unfortunately, he could only clench his fists in silence. He was indeed wrong in this matter. 

Seeing that the matter was mostly settled, Emperor Star breathed a sigh of relief before his eyes involuntarily shone. 

"Sir Sacharro… This may be a bit brazen of me, but I am truly curious. Just what method did you use to heal Sir Diasho's foundation?" 

"Oh, that?" Dyon smiled lightly. "It can be considered an Ancient Grand Magic." 

Emperor Star, though knowing he should have expected an answer like this, couldn't help but tremble. It wasn't just him, but many leaders of powerful Clans felt their hearts jump to their throats.