In their impression, Ethan Brooks was the kind of shameless man who was thick-skinned, knew no shame, cowardly as a mouse, always smiling even when bullied and mocked, and if you slapped his left cheek, he’d offer you his right as well.

In the past, just a single look from Emily Harris was enough to make Ethan Brooks tremble in fear for half a day, but why was he so full of presence today, actually daring to challenge Senior Sister Emily Harris?

“You’re not dead, are you? If you’re not dead, it’s just an external injury. Rest for a while and you’ll be fine. What’s the big deal?” Emily Harris snorted coldly.

Ethan Brooks looked at Emily Harris coldly. “According to what you’re saying, Senior Sister, does that mean I have to die before I’m qualified to argue?”

Being stared at by Ethan Brooks like that, Emily Harris couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt and turned her gaze away, thinking to herself, how strange, why am I feeling guilty? A useless man like this is just a waste of space anyway. She said aloud, “I won’t argue with you. The sect leader and elders will decide what’s right and wrong.”

A few girls who were usually close to Grace Foster kept calling out to her, but at this moment, Grace Foster was like a puppet, staring blankly at where Ethan Brooks was, her face full of excessive terror.

Only a moment had passed when the sound of fluttering robes came from outside, and a figure in green flashed in, coming straight to Ethan Brooks’s bedside, asking anxiously, “Feng’er, are you alright?”

Ethan Brooks looked up at the newcomer and saw a woman of about thirty, dignified and graceful, with flawless features. Her long hair was tied in a bun at the back of her head, and she wore a green outfit, her maturity tinged with a hint of playfulness.

This woman gave Ethan Brooks a very warm and kind feeling. The worry in her eyes was not feigned, but genuine concern from the bottom of her heart.

Memories surfaced in his mind. Ethan Wood, one of the four great elders of Tianxiu. Ethan Brooks only knew that ever since he was born, he had been raised by Ethan Wood. It was because of her that he could have a place in Tianxiu Sect; otherwise, how could a sect full of women tolerate the existence of a man, even if that man was just a child?

Tianxiu had its own rules. Ethan Brooks was fifteen this year. In another year, he would be expelled from Tianxiu Sect, because once Ethan Brooks turned sixteen, it meant he had grown into a man. Naturally, men could not remain in Tianxiu.

What exactly was his relationship with Ethan Wood? Ethan Brooks didn’t know. He had asked many times as a child, but Ethan Wood always smiled and said she had picked him up by chance. If there was anyone in the entire Tianxiu Sect who truly cared about him, it was only Ethan Wood.

Ethan Brooks had always called Ethan Wood “Aunt.”

The aunt before him looked very worried, partly out of concern for Ethan Brooks, and partly out of anger at whoever had struck such a heavy blow.

Ethan Brooks smacked his lips, feeling too embarrassed to call out “Aunt,” so he just smiled and said, “I won’t die!”

“Silly child.” Ethan Wood was on the verge of tears. She reached out to open Ethan Brooks’s clothes and said softly, “Let Aunt take a look at your injury.”

Ethan Brooks didn’t resist, letting her undo his shirt. When the sword wound was revealed before Ethan Wood’s eyes, the tears of this Tianxiu elder began to fall in big drops. If the wound had been elsewhere, it might not have been fatal, but where was this? The chest! The most vulnerable part of the human body! Even the slightest mistake could have been fatal. Although Ethan Wood hadn’t witnessed the scene herself, she could imagine how dangerous it had been.

“Who was it?” Ethan Wood suddenly turned her head, her phoenix eyes exuding authority without anger, sweeping over all the Tianxiu disciples present, and asked in a deep voice, “Who did this?”

All the female disciples lowered their heads, including Emily Harris, who no longer had her previous arrogance and disregard, looking like a frightened rabbit.

Ethan Brooks found it amusing, but couldn’t laugh, so he groaned a couple of times to show how much pain he was in.

Chapter 3: Distorting Right and Wrong

Hearing Ethan Brooks’s voice, Ethan Wood quickly turned back to comfort him, “Feng’er, don’t move. I will definitely get justice for you!”

Emily Harris gritted her teeth in anger at the side. When Ethan Brooks argued with her just now, he was clearly full of energy—how could he be so weak and in pain now? She glared fiercely at Ethan Brooks, her eyes full of warning and threat, only to see Ethan Brooks winking and making faces at her, looking extremely cheeky.

Emily Harris was so angry she almost wanted to draw her sword and finish off this wretched man on the spot, but with Ethan Wood present, she didn’t dare make a move and could only swallow her anger.

At that moment, four women dressed as matrons hurried in from outside. The one in the lead was in her prime, with an extraordinary bearing. Though not a peerless beauty, she was still very attractive, but years of hard work had left some crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes. The three women behind her were also elegant and refined, with both beauty and intelligence.

The most influential members of Tianxiu’s upper echelon had all arrived! Ethan Brooks naturally recognized the leading woman as the current sect leader of Tianxiu, Lily White. The three behind her were the other elders on equal footing with Ethan Wood.

Counting it up, the five top leaders of Tianxiu were all second-generation disciples, while Grace Foster and Emily Harris were third-generation disciples. As for the whereabouts of the first-generation disciples, it was still a mystery.