The moment those words were spoken, Cecelia Garner’sint about her son came to an abrupt halt. After staring at Jun Chester for a while, she muttered through tears, “Forget it, I forgive you.”Text content ? N?velDrama.Org.


    With that, Cecelia Garner took the box from Jun Chester’s hand and gave onest piece of advice, “Come home early for dinner, okay?” Jun Chester merely responded with a t “Hmm,” seemingly not inclined to express too much emotion in front of his birth mother.


    Next, Jun Chester turned to Ursa Chester and instructed, “You shoulde down the mountain as well, protect your auntie.” Ursa Chester seemed hesitant, asking reluctantly, “What about you?” Jun Chester nced in the direction of Deer Cutting Forest and casually replied, “Just going to kill a few people ande back.”


    Ursa Chester reminded him urgently, “The temple master of the Five Emperors Temple, named Darcy, is different from the likes of Tyler Dittman.


    He might even be more formidable than Margaret Lovall. The reason Margaret Lovall refuses to leave Heavenly Sanctum is because she fears this guy.” Jun Chester remained unfazed. “Is that so? Well, then I’ll have to go and see for myself.”


    Ursa Chester advised seriously, “Be careful.”


    Jun Chester nodded, saying, “Alright, got it.”


    Ursa Chester didn’t say anything further.


    Meanwhile, in a bamboo pavilion deep in Deer Cutting Forest, an elderly man with silver hair and dressed in white robesy back in a recliner, holding a wine jug in his hand. Several exceptionally handsome men surrounded him. Without exception, all of these men could be considered top-tier beauties!


    They all knelt by the elderly man’s side. They wore hardly any clothes, resembling human-shaped hounds. The elderly man sipped his wine while watching the y outside the bamboo pavilion, asionally tossing out a peanut.


    The handsome men eagerly caught the peanuts in their mouths and waited attentively for the next one to be thrown.


    On the stage outside the bamboo pavilion, many actresses dressed as men and d in theatrical costumes had taken their ces. Just then, a woman wearing only a bralette and silk shorts led a heavily pregnant woman onto the stage.


    Yes, she led her onto the stage! The pregnant beauty’s clothes appeared normal, but the sight of her kneeling with her swollen belly was undeniably pathetic!


    The elderly man in the bamboo pavilion nced at the pregnant woman, a hint of joy flickering in his eyes, as he asked, “Who is this woman?”


    A man behind the elderly man replied, “She is Abby Cunningham from the Cunningham Ancient n. She excels in various fields, being the sister of Ka Cunningham, and also Estelle Wilcher’s second aunt, the maid of Heavenly Sanctum.”


    The elderly man in white asked, “Whose child is she carrying?” The man behind the elderly man answered, “It’s unclear. When you handed over a remnant of the ancient Chester n to the Holy Relent Sect, it should have been his child.”


    The elderly man frowned, expressing some disgust. “Is Abby Cunningham’s pregnancy the result of a man’s doing?” The man behind him chuckled. “Not at all.


    Following the old routine, they were artificially inseminated using a needle, she’s still a virgin!” The elderly man’s expression returned to normal as he snorted. “Good! Oh, by the way, I don’t like her outfit.


    She’s supposed to portray the dragon queen of the ancient Chester n. Change her into her costume, and open her shackles. When she gives birthter, it must be done in style!” With those words, someone went backstage to fetch the costume – a phoenix robe.


    The woman in charge of costumes would then dress Abby Cunningham ordingly. Finally, at that moment, Abby Cunningham, kneeling on the ground, began screaming frantically, “Kill me! Kill me!”


    But despite her distressing cries, someone restrained her limbs and forcefully helped her into the phoenix robe.


    The elderly man in the bamboo pavilion chuckled at this sight. “Love hearing those screams!” The man behind him spoke again. “Rest assured, Jun Chester will be brought over soon. Once you’ve had your fill of him, you’ll regain your former glory!”


    The elderly man sighed, shaking his head. “It will probably take a few more years. While he possesses the ability tomunicate with dragon veins and regenerate limbs, he must reach the sixth realm of the heavenly elixir. Now… it’s not yet time!”


    The man behind him smiled. “No rush. You’ve waited for so many years, a few more won’t hurt.” The elderly man nodded. “Indeed, patience is one thing I have plenty of. I don’t mind waiting a few more years.


    By then, all those pretty girls I’ve gathered wille in handy!”


    “Although we’re not bestowed imperial fate, this isn’t Five Emperor Ind. Within our domain, we can do as we wish!” “Women, such wonderful creatures! Ten or eight of them a day might not even be enough!”


    At that, the elderly man recalled a painful memory and shed a few tears, cursing, “I never even got to taste the vor of a woman before that wretched woman, Leona Chester, turned me into a eunuch!”


    “I hate it, my teeth itch with hatred, and I want to ughter all those remnants of the ancient Chester n and turn them into minced meat! Is that what they wanted back then?”


    “Didn’t give it, absolutely refused!”


    “And now?” “All those connected to the ancient Chester n have been apprehended by me!” “In the future, not only will I torment them to death, I’ll also kill their offspring!”


    “Time passes, what else is there to do?” “Don’t you think so?” The man behind him nodded. “Yes, whatever you say.”


    The elderly man sighed once more, pointing to Abby Cunningham on the stage outside, his expression mncholic. “This body is a work of art, I have to personally get my hands dirty. I have to personally dig out the child from her belly, preferably a baby girl!”


    “Enough of the y, I’m in the mood now. My skin’s itching, my hands are itching, both hot and scratchy. Back at the guillotine on Five Emperor Ind, I beheaded so many people, it left me itching. I need to wash my hands with blood, or I’ll scratch them raw!”


    With that, the elderly man suddenly rose from his recliner, leaped from the bamboo pavilion, and rushed towards the stage in the bamboo pavilion’s backyard.


    At that very moment, the door at the front yard of the bamboo pavilion swung open. Jun Chester had arrived.