Aaron felt a slight doubt in his heart, but immediately realized that one of his earlier conjectures had been correct.
The Blood Robe Club, Blood of Decay, and Desire Spirit Sect were deeply connected. This time, they were likely joining forces to advance some conspiracy!
At that moment, Metana's voice still sounded in his ears:
"By the time I realized something was wrong, it was already too late. After drinking my father's blood and entering into the contract, I had no way to reveal even the slightest bit of information to the outside world."
"I tried many methods—dangerous rituals, seeking help from other Beyonders—but none of them worked... Worse still, my thoughts were gradually changing. I no longer wanted to ask for help, no longer wanted to solve this matter. My subconscious was gradually accepting it... I was becoming less and less like myself!"
"Not until today, after receiving my Lord's salvation, did I finally regain freedom of mind!"
Tears streamed down Metana's face, and her expression became incomparably devout. If it had been the original Solomon, he probably could have coaxed her into bed with just a few words.
"You said your father gave you the blood?"
Aaron asked.
"My father has already completely drowned himself in the fallen pleasures of the Blood Robe Club. But occasionally, when I look into his eyes, I can still tell that he is struggling, that he is asking me for help... It's just that such moments are becoming fewer and fewer... He is becoming less and less like himself," Metana said miserably.
"No, I mean—you drank your father's blood, and that formed the contract?" Aaron asked.
After receiving an affirmative answer, his heart jolted.
*Is this the God of Suffering's Law? A contract formed through blood, one that cannot be violated... Perhaps