"An empress?" Emma questioned.
Everything had begun to move too fast for her.
Despite her change and evolution, she was still only eighteen years old, and by cultivation standards she remained a child in some regards.
Not just that—she was merely a Tier 5 cultivator—so the idea of becoming an Empress had never once crossed her mind.
Ash continued painting in silence for a few more strokes, his brush moving across the canvas with smooth, deliberate grace.
One by one, vivid images took shape beneath his hand—tools and artifacts attuned to Emma's calm, artistic nature and her God Star of World-Weaving.
He did not rush. Each stroke carried quiet weight, revealing possibilities rather than demands.
He glanced at her briefly, his voice calm and measured.
"This is only one possible path I have in mind for you. If you don't like it, you can think of anything else. The choice remains yours."
