"Blood Descendant" Auburn's words suddenly halted.
Everyone could see the surprise on the face of this "Blood Descendant".
Then, everyone heard what this "Blood Descendant" had to say—
"So it's like this…
Interesting! Interesting!"
While uttering these words, the "Blood Descendant" turned his gaze towards Freeman.
"Well done."
The "Blood Descendant" praised Freeman.
Then, the "Blood Descendant" looked seriously at Freeman, with a trace of solemnity in his crimson eyes, and his voice carried a weight.
"Would you like to be my son?"
Facing the "Blood Descendant's" inquiry, Freeman, who had just regrown an arm, started to tremble.
Wasn't this what he had dreamt of?
Not just any casual deal, but true blood kinship.
Without any hesitation, Freeman prostrated on the ground in an extremely awkward posture, as if he were worshiping.
"Yes, Father!"
And right after these words fell, a wax pellet appeared in the newly regrown hand of Freeman.
