BEEP... BEEP... BEEP...
The Nutrition Repair Chamber's alarm suddenly blared.
Centipede spun around, a panicked look on his face.
The boy inside the chamber was as pale as a sheet, coughing up blood.
"Young Master... Young Master..."
Centipede pounded on the chamber's lid, but once locked, no one short of a Martial King could open it.
"Ma'am, please, save the Young Master! He's your own son, after all."
Centipede turned to plead with the indifferent woman, but her eyes were devoid of emotion, as if the person in the Nutrition Repair Chamber were nothing more than a disposable tool.
"Hah... I'd rather not have this son. With such pathetic talent for Martial Cultivation, how dare he call himself my son?"
The woman's heartless words were like a needle stabbing straight into Centipede's heart.
An explosive aura erupted from him as he snarled, "If you don't save him, I will report to the Master exactly how you've harmed his flesh and blood!"
