Everything had to wait until Candace woke up.
The most important task now was to ensure Candace regained consciousness-nothing else mattered.
In a matter of days, Middleton had returned to its usual tranquility.
This ancient city, with a thousand years of history, had witnessed countless legendary events.
The fierce battle between Chris and the Frost and Sterling families was just another ripple in Middleton’s long history, destined to fade into obscurity.
After that confrontation, the Sterling family chose to retreat behind closed doors.
Although they hadn’t suffered irreparable losses, the damage was still significant.
For now, their priority was to lay low and recover their strength.
The Frost family, however, descended into chaos.
Hollow Frost was dead. Kevin Frost had also perished. Leonard Frost, overcome with rage, had collapsed into unconsciousness.
With Leonard Frost incapacitated, his sons began a fierce struggle for control, vying for the position of family head.
If this internal conflict continued, the Frost family faced the very real risk of collapse and fragmentation.
Then, at this critical juncture, Leonard Frost suddenly woke up.
His recovery brought an immediate halt to the infighting.
But many couldn’t help but wonder-what exactly had awakened Leonard Frost? Were there secrets hidden behind this miraculous recovery?
Meanwhile, upon hearing of Candace’s injury and coma, Esther immediately flew from the East Coast to Middleton.
Before leaving, she entrusted the Chester Group to Juliette.
Juliette, once a spoiled and arrogant young woman, had matured into a highly capable manager. Managing the Chester Group was no longer a challenge for her.
At Middleton’s First Hospital, the VIP ward was constantly bustling with visitors.
After all, Candace wasn’t just the head of the Nance family; she was also Caspian’s granddaughter. Many came to visit her out of respect and concern.
Since Candace’s coma, Chris had rarely left her side, staying in the ward to care for her.
Her injury was a wake-up call for Chris-it forced him to confront the inadequacy of his own strength.
Determined to change, Chris returned to Emberwood Estate.
To Chris, if he couldn’t protect those he loved, how could he call himself a “Primus”?
His goal now was clear: to quickly improve his abilities.
The last time he was at Emberwood Estate, he had recovered his master’s weapon, Dragon Slayer. But Chris had a lingering feeling that Emberwood Estate held more secrets.
The estate’s reputation in Middleton wasn’t solely due to being Archer Wintersong’s residence.
It was also shrouded in mystery, as legends claimed that a thousand years ago, it had been the home of none other than Lord Dragon.
Looking out at the sprawling, majestic estate, Chris couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe.
During his last visit, he had only explored about a tenth of the estate.
This time, he was determined to search every corner thoroughly.
After half an hour, Chris arrived at a dilapidated building.
This structure was the most rundown in the entire estate.
Archer Wintersong had once told Chris that Lord Dragon himself had lived there.
Despite enduring centuries of wind and rain, the building still stood-a testament to its historical significance.
Chris stepped inside to find the interior covered in cobwebs, its state of disrepair undeniable.
Bookshelves lined the walls, packed with ancient tomes. It was like a treasure trove of literature.
Chris approached and began flipping through the books.
Most were ancient, rare editions, many of them one-of-a-kind.
Their literary, archaeological, and historical value was incalculable.
But to Chris, these books meant nothing.
He wasn’t a scholar or a collector-what use did he have for so many books?
Still, it was clear that these volumes had been sitting here for centuries, perhaps even a millennium. Were they Lord Dragon’s personal collection?
Shaking his head, Chris began searching the room more carefully.
Suddenly, he found a switch.
He turned it gently.
Click!
Click!
Click!
With a series of crisp sounds, a section of the wall slid open, revealing a dark passageway.
Chris’s face lit up with excitement as he quickly entered the passage.
The tunnel extended over a hundred meters and was lined with glowing stones, illuminating the path ahead.
After walking for about twenty minutes, Chris arrived at a large hall.
In the center of the hall stood a stone table.
On the table rested a sealed letter.
Chris picked it up and saw that it was from his master, Archer Wintersong.
Without hesitation, he opened the letter.
“Chris, if you’re reading this, it means you’ve found this place. Emberwood Estate, once the residence of Lord Dragon, holds immeasurable value.
I am leaving on a dangerous journey-to the very place where Lord Dragon disappeared. My mission is to uncover the truth behind his fate…”
“What?! Master is searching for Lord Dragon?”
Chris’s heart skipped a beat.
What did this mean? Could Lord Dragon still be alive?
That seemed impossible.
Lord Dragon had lived a thousand years ago.
If he were still alive, wouldn’t he be over a thousand years old?
Who could possibly live that long? It defied all logic.
Chris continued reading.
“To find me, you must first gather all the fragments of the Dragon Emblem. Only by doing so can you discover where I’ve gone…”
Chris’s expression grew serious.
The Dragon Emblem fragments were clearly no ordinary objects.
Only by collecting all nine pieces could he locate his master.
Without pausing, Chris read on.
“Chris, the reason I took you as my disciple wasn’t just because of your character. It was also because of your unique physique.
Your body possesses a rare constitution-one that hasn’t appeared in a thousand years. It is the same as Lord Dragon’s: Aragosti.”
“In the era of Lord Dragon, Aragosti was an extraordinary gift. If you had been born a thousand years ago, you might have become the second Lord Dragon.
Unfortunately, in today’s world, pollution has brought us to the Age of Decline. Aragosti, once a powerful gift, has become a wasted potential…”
“Wait, what?”
Chris froze in shock.
His physique was the same as Lord Dragon’s? Aragosti?
No wonder Archer Wintersong had taken him as a disciple at first sight.
Chris had always thought it was his charm that had convinced his master.
Clearly, he had been overthinking it.