"Mr. Sanders, I'd like to see Bruce. Is that possible?" Sebastian asked with his gaze directed at Francis.

"Why do you want to see him?" Francis asked, puzzled.

"I'm facing some hurdles in my cultivation. A chat with him might yield some insights," Sebastian explained.

"You should be seeking help from your own family or other Elders. Why would Bruce, who now despises us, agree to help you?" Francis asked.

"With the right approach, he might open up. But if it's inconvenient for you, forget I asked," Sebastian replied casually.

"No, not at all. I'll take you to him now," Francis agreed.

Francis had risen to his position as the patriarch with the backing of the Lennon family, so he was keen to fulfill requests from their Elders to maintain a positive relationship.

The others saw no issue with Sebastian's request as they didn't suspect Ethan's true identity. Besides, they considered Bruce worthless now, with little time left.

Soon, Francis led Sebastian to a dungeon beneath an artificial hill in Sanders Manor's backyard. The place was dim, damp, and smelled of mold, a testament to its years of neglect.

by the Sanders family ancestors to imprison traitors, had seen little use over the

Sebastian extended his spiritual

rigged to fall, and poisoned needles. Triggering

Inside, the scene was one of complete disarray, with torture devices that sent shivers

and soaked in blood-some dried, some fresh-a stark testament to the regular

to reconcile this sight with the once-proud patriarch of one of

maintain his composure, Sebastian clenched his

you dead

and motionless like a corpse, though his shallow breaths betrayed

state.

or says nothing at all. Even torturing him doesn't work. I

but I'll give it

directly. "Bruce, I'm here to talk. If you stay silent, don't blame me for what

eyes glinted with intense hostility as he glanced up at Sebastian, but the

I wouldn't dare harm her since Mr. Luke would

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