Andrew Walker smiled without saying much, and walked into the outer room, only to see a large wooden tub placed in the center of the room, already filled with steaming hot water.

Andrew Walker walked over, and Abigail Abbott came up to him, taking the initiative to help Andrew Walker undress. Andrew Walker was slightly taken aback, but he knew that what Abigail Abbott was doing was exactly what a personal maid should do, so he didn’t stand on ceremony and stretched out his arms, letting her proceed.

In this world, the standards for the rich or nobles to select personal maids for their children were extremely high. These maids not only had to learn how to properly take care of their masters, but also had to learn other skills to help their masters solve problems or ease their worries to the greatest extent. Because of this, some special institutions emerged, collecting many little girls and training them from a young age, then providing them for selection by noble or wealthy families.

Some of these children were orphans, some were sold by their impoverished parents. In any case, all had detailed identification, and they had to be virgins. After all, nobles and the wealthy spent a lot of money to select maids and would not want to pick women who were unclean or of unknown origin—who knew if one day they might become a disaster.

These girls, once chosen and officially becoming personal maids, became the private property of their masters. Once they became personal maids, unless given special permission by their masters, they were not allowed to leave, nor have any illicit relations with other men, and certainly not marry elsewhere. Otherwise, they would face extremely severe punishment.

The personal maids of male masters usually became their women, but they had no right to bear children unless given special permission by their masters. This was extremely cruel, but because of their special position, personal maids, though lower in status than their masters, were far above servants and guards in noble households, as they usually represented their masters—after all, they were still their masters’ women.

Abigail Abbott's parents died in a flood years ago. Abigail Abbott survived the disaster, was rescued from the flood, and later sent to a maid training institution. Alone and very young, this was the only way Abigail Abbott survived. At the age of fourteen, she was personally selected by Edward Walker into the The Walker Family and sent to Andrew Walker's room.

Abigail Abbott has been in the The Walker Family for three years, wholeheartedly taking care of Andrew Walker. In these three years, she has grown from a young girl into a fully developed beautiful maiden.

Letting Abigail Abbott strip him completely, Andrew Walker then stepped into the wooden tub, soaking in the scalding hot water. The heat stimulated Andrew Walker's pores, making him unable to suppress a comfortable moan.

Abigail Abbott rolled up her sleeves, picked up a towel and wrapped it around her hand, and began scrubbing Andrew Walker's body.

Perhaps it was the steaming hot water, or perhaps it was because Andrew Walker was naked, but Abigail Abbott's face was flushed red, like a ripe red apple, making one want to take a bite.

Abigail Abbott slowly scrubbed, moving down bit by bit, finally reaching the spot of little傲天. Even though Andrew Walker had seen much in his previous life, having such a lovely little beauty scrubbing his sensitive area still made a fire of desire rise from his dantian.

This made Andrew Walker involuntarily recall the bathhouse attendants from his previous life—clearly it was just a bath, but they would always touch your key areas, teasing you until you couldn’t suppress your inner desire, and then they would ask in that seductive tone all men understood if you wanted any extra services...

Andrew Walker felt his little傲天 undergo a slight change in Abigail Abbott's hand. While feeling a bit embarrassed, he was also furious—this body was really too weak! Faced with such beauty, little傲天 couldn’t even stand up like a steel gun. How shameful!

It seemed his path of cultivation needed to begin as soon as possible. Otherwise, with this body that could be toppled by a gust of wind, who knew how much longer he could live...

Moreover, with his current physical condition, it was no wonder the previous owner of this body could restrain himself in front of such a pure and lovely beauty. Truly pathetic. This kind of “cowardly” man was not what Andrew Walker wanted to be.

A man should stand tall not only in striving for success, but also in bed.

But now, with his meridians withered, how could he resume cultivation and escape his current crippled state?

And that mysterious energy that appeared that day—where did it come from?

Andrew Walker's right hand, wrapped in medicinal ointment, rested on the edge of the tub. Andrew Walker's gaze involuntarily fell on the back of his right hand, where a strange four-legged cauldron pattern had once appeared. Where had it gone now?

His intuition told him that in this series of strange events, this four-legged cauldron seemed to play an extremely important role...

Just as Andrew Walker sighed inwardly, a thunderous boom erupted in his mind, his vision went black, and when he refocused, he found himself in a strange place.

All around were what seemed to be walls, square and enclosing him like four walls, and those walls appeared to be made of bronze, covered with all kinds of intricate patterns Andrew Walker couldn’t understand. Those patterns seemed to emit faint glimmers of light, looking incomparably eerie.