"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.

family ancestors to imprison traitors, had seen little use over

his spiritual sense

including crossbows, poison gas vents, huge stones rigged to fall, and

scene was one of complete disarray,

His clothes were torn and soaked in blood-some dried, some

reconcile this sight with the once-proud patriarch of one

his composure, Sebastian clenched his fists tightly

you dead yet?" Francis

and motionless like a corpse, though

state.

says nothing at all. Even torturing him

but I'll give

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

hostility as he glanced up at Sebastian, but the defiance was

"You probably think I wouldn't dare harm her since Mr. Luke would marry her. Well, if that's

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