Chapter 1116

Frederick lifted his gaze to the imposing structure before him, its entrance flanked by two towering golden nanmu pillars. His eyes settled on the inscription overhead: “Ancestral Hall of the Fuller Family.” A shadow briefly flickered across his expression. He hadn’t set foot in the old family estate since the age of eight—much less this hall. That terrifying basement from back then wasn’t located here; it had been hidden beneath his father’s private villa. Yet the twisted legacy of raising body doubles—the cruel obsession his father clung to—had its roots in this very place. Frederick stepped inside. The ancestral hall was already filled. At the head sat an elderly man with a severe expression. His face was carved with lines deep enough to trap shadows, and though his eyes had grown slightly clouded with age, they still carried the weight of authority. Flanking him were rows of similarly aged elders, their backs rigid with formal posture. The further back the rows extended, the younge