He recalled that she was in the bathtub when he first saw her. Although a prisoner of the Olympus
Tribe, she had probably received decent treatment over there. He still remembered her surpassingly
beautiful face. Even he, used to seeing beauties, was bedazzled by how gorgeous she was for a good
half minute.
She was a stunner in an absolutely unparalleled manner.
However, her hair was currently messy, her skin was dull, her lips were chapped, and the clothes on
her body-strips of cloth that barely covered her that had long been disregarded as clothes. Her current
look and her original image were poles apart.
âSion Rowan⦠Why are you in this state?â Rowan spoke at last.
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âIâm going to kill you!â Sion screamed hysterically, looking like she was about to go crazy. Although she
knew she was no match for Alder, she still rushed up to him like a mad dog, attacking him with her bare
hands and feet. She even bit him.
Alder,
Alex,
âHey..! Sion Rowan, calm down! Calm⦠Down..!â grunted Rowan as he tried to shake her off.
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Rowan could tell Sion was in an awful condition. Her bodily functions were seriously depleted, and she
had no strength at all. To Alder, her crazy attacks were no different from tickles now. More importantly,
his bodyâs automatic recoil ability could easily shock her to death. Therefore, Rowan also had to
suppress the recoil.
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Alder,
Alex,
Rowan
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âDonât bite. Donât bite. We can talk it over.â
Rowan stretched out two fingers and stuffed them into Sionâs mouth.
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Sion, however, was determined to bite off his fingers. However, after a long while, she realized that it
was futile to bite him as her teeth could not hurt his fingers at all. Instead, he was stretching his fingers
in her mouth, stirring and touching her tongue.
That image was simply disgusting.
She spat the fingers out, knowing that further attacks would be futile, and he would take advantage of
her completely. She immediately took several steps back and looked extremely cold. âJust kill me!â
âWhy would I?â
âSo, you also want to use my blood to open the vault of the Stoermer Sect! Hahaha! Put that in your
pipe and smoke it!â
Rowan said, âYouâve misunderstood me. Iâm unlike the Divine Heir of the Olympus Tribe. I wonât do
that.â
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Sion said, âYouâre even more despicable, shameless and vicious than the Divine Heir of the Olympus
Tribe. You deserve to be hacked into smithereens⦠I, Sion Rowan, have been ruined by you in this
lifetime, but I wonât let you off the hook even if I were to become a ghost. Iâll repay thousands of times
for the devastation youâve done to my body and the evil deeds youâve done to me.â
âI⦠Havenât reached that point, have I?â
Rowan could remember. When she cast hypnosis on him, she ended up getting hypnotized instead.
Then, he saw an extremely stunning scene.
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Then, she seemed to have been trapped here for a long time. From how she looked, it must have been
a year, at least?
Hence, Ancestor Bodhi dragged him here along with the Cleansing Vase and spent a year here. The
vaseâs interior was divided into several zones, whereas the zone where she was located contained
nothing. She had survived a year without food or drink.
âAhem. I had an emergency. Well⦠Iâll give you a change of environment first. Iâll come and see you
later.â
With a wave of the hand, Rowan directly transported Sion to a space with water.
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Then, he left a bunch of food and even a bunch of pills before he disappeared quickly. He was terrified
when he thought about it⦠He had treated the descendant of Grand Emperor Rowan and Empress
Seay like that. If they were to know about it, they would probably rip his head off and kick it like a ball.
Rowan returned to the outside.
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The terrifying flame had long left a massive, thousand yard crater on the ground had sunken dozens of
feet as if it had disappeared into thin air.
He could tell the terror of that flame.
âThis old geezer isnât someone I can fight against at all! I better leave first!â
Rowan was just a passer by. Not wanting to be drawn into that vortex of fear, he was ready to leave
quietly. It was then that he heard a voice from the depths of the snow valley.
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âNolan Rockefeller, let me tell you the truth. Long ago, my ancestor planted a soul on William
Rockefeller, your biological son. Now that your son has returned to the Wastelands, his life and death
are at the whim of my ancestor. Do you really wish to see your child die before you?â
Those words greatly astonished Alder, and his expression changed rapidly. He slowly lowered the foot
he had just lifted.
Alder,
Alex,