“Father, I will persevere. If I can refine myself, I will make the Henningsen family the most powerful in the entire southern region,” Rueben expressed with excitement, causing his body to tremble slightly.
It was clear that he had been eagerly awaiting this day for a long time.
“I have faith in you, son. Go ahead,” Ilias nodded approvingly.
Draped in a black cloth bag, Rueben jumped into the Holy Pond.
As the churning pond gradually calmed, the black bag soon floated on the surface, with Rueben’s body nowhere to be seen.
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