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Unbeknownst to Astor, the moment he was sent to Maria by the ring, he unknowingly shattered the girl’s chastity. In the Ming
Dynasty, a girl’s virtue was of utmost importance. If she was seen by a man or engaged in any intimate act, her only choices,
besides marrying him, were death or a life dedicated to showing her purity.
Nana remained oblivious to the fact that Maria had already made up her mind to never marry in this lifetime. The stark contrast in
their views on marriage escaped his notice, having been born and raised in a different era.
For Maria, who had experienced both the Ming and Quintong dynasties, it was completely normal for a man to have multiple
wives and concubines. She would have readily accepted becoming Nana’s concubine and addressed Violet respectfully as her
elder sister.
As Nana finally relaxed, an unprecedented wave of exhaustion swept over his body and mind, catching him off guard. Although
his cultivation had recovered and his reiki replenished, the weariness was overwhelming, discouraging him from even opening
his eyes.
Thus, he tore apart the letter he had prepared for Violet and decided to rest at home for a peaceful afternoon. Later that evening,
he would head to the Elys-Champ Hot Spring’s half-mountain villa to meet his grandparents and their family formally.
Lying on the bed, his fatigued body temporarily relieved, but his mind continued to buzz like an overworked engine, spinning at
full speed. Like a rapid slideshow, the events of the previous night played out swiftly in his mind.
Recalling the moment just before he was about to meet his demise, he vividly remembered the profound unwillingness that had
gripped his heart. Fortunately, the ring given to him by Maria had saved his life at a critical juncture.
Gratitude welled up within him as he clasped the ring in his hand, closing his eyes to savor the smooth and warm sensation.
Once, Nana had believed that this ring was the grandest scam he had ever encountered, sucking away his reiki time and again,
far more exasperating than any telecommunications fraudster. But little did he know that this ring had been silently protecting him
and the absorbed aura was, in fact, the stored power that would eventually save his life. Without the ring’s repeated depletion of
his aura, he would never have found himself in front of Maria during those crucial moments.
Hence, Nana took out two Regeneration Pills and continued to infuse the vigorous aura from his body into the ring. After a
dormant day, the ring now thirstily absorbed every trace of reiki injected by Astor, akin to a parched land eagerly drinking
rainwater.

When the aura in Nana’s body had nearly been devoured, he hastily consumed the two prepared Regeneration Pills. This time,
he spared no expense, focusing solely on nourishing the ring.
Several hours later, the Three Elders returned to Buenos Aires on a Boeing 777, transferring to a seaplane for their journey back
to the Warriors Den residence.
Throughout the trip, resentment and dissatisfaction filled the hearts of the trio. Their retreat had been abruptly interrupted, just
when they were on the verge of breaking through the Soul Palace. They had expected greater rewards after carrying out such a
crucial mission. However, they had been deceived by Aemon, who took them on a pointless aerial detour at an altitude of 10,000
meters before bringing them back with nothing accomplished.
Among them, Morgana’s state of mind was even more tumultuous. For hours on end, her thoughts were uncontrollable. At one
point, she even contemplated personally traveling to Aurous Hill to confront whoever had produced the painting, the mysterious
individual who had warned her from afar.
Yet, the idea quickly dissipated, as her cautious nature prevented her from taking unnecessary risks. The most daring act she
had ever undertaken was the murder of Lucius Clark after he rejected her advances. Even then, she had caught him off guard,
launching her attack from behind.
But now, a mysterious figure lurked behind her, making it too perilous for her to expose herself to their sight. Hence, she could
only maintain a respectful distance.
Aemon arranged temporary lodgings for the Three Elders in the secret meeting hall before urgently seeking an audience with
Morgana. Once they met, he couldn’t contain his curiosity and asked eagerly, “My Lord, did you summon me back due to an
emergency?”
Morgana’s expression was clouded with gloom as she coldly replied, “My true identity has been exposed.”
“What?” Aemon gasped in horror. “My Lord... You haven’t left this place in twenty years. Who could have revealed your identity?
Could it be Zeba?”
Morgana shook her head, replying, “No, it’s not her. She’s insignificant. What matters is that this person not only knows my true
identity but also knows my
“Ah?” Aemon staggered backward, his astonishment evident. He exclaimed, “My Lord... Your Master passed away over three
hundred years ago. How could anyone in this world know him?”

Morgana presented the short video, handing it respectfully to Aemon. Her voice cold, she commanded, “Watch it.”
Aemon received the phone with reverence, carefully scrutinizing the video. Shocked, he inquired, “My Lord, is this... the old man
depicted in this painting truly your Master?”
“Yes,” Morgana nodded solemnly. “The person in the painting is my Master, Morvel Bazin. The artist has captured at least ninety
percent of his essence.”
Adding further, Morgana speculated, “I believe there’s a high probability that this individual knew my Master long before I did.
The painting itself was created during the Tang Dynasty, so it’s possible that the other person or their ancestors were already
acquainted with my Master during that era.”
“The Tang Dynasty...” Aemon Mirren’s eyes widened as he murmured, “Tang, Quinton, Yuan and Ming... spanning over a
thousand years. If the other party truly knew your Master back then, they would be over a thousand years old now. If their
ancestors were aware of your Master, it means they belong to a reclusive lineage that has persisted for centuries...”
Morgana nodded gravely, stating, “Now that this person possesses knowledge of me, none of the possibilities you mentioned
bode well for my future.”
Furthermore, Morgana voiced her confusion, questioning, “What I can’t comprehend is why they are determined to protect the
Evans family. How are they even capable of safeguarding them?”
Aemon exclaimed, “Could this person have some connection to Lily and Bruce?”
Gritting her teeth, Morgana responded, “Impossible! If they were linked to Lily and Bruce, then what was said between Gideon,
his wife and this person over twenty years ago? If the two parties were to engage in conflict, he wouldn’t remain idle!”
Aemon frowned, pondering the matter for a while before turning to Morgana and asking, “My Lord, don’t you believe there’s
another possibility?”
“Speak,” Morgana commanded.
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