Upon seeing Patriarch arrive, everyone in the room respectfully saluted.

Ethan Brooks made a show of struggling to get out of bed to pay his respects, but as soon as he moved, he couldn't help but groan in pain, cold sweat beading on his forehead. This part wasn't an act—after all, his soul had just merged with this body, and there were many inconveniences. Besides, the sword wound on his chest was truly painful.

"You stay lying down." With a wave of her slender hand, Lily White pressed Ethan Brooks back down with a gentle force.

"Can someone tell me what exactly happened?" Lily White swept her gaze over everyone, asking softly. She had only received word that someone had tried to assassinate Ethan Brooks; the disciple who reported it hadn't mentioned the name of the assailant.

Ethan Wood stood up, looking coldly at the group of third-generation disciples. "Someone tried to kill Wendy!"

"Who was it?" Lily White's elegant brows arched, a flash of anger in her eyes. Although Ethan Brooks was considered nothing more than a pile of dung in all of Tianxiu, his other identity was something Lily White could not ignore. Even though she didn't like Ethan Brooks, she had no choice but to let him stay in Tianxiu Sect until he turned sixteen.

The third-generation disciples, led by Emily Harris, all lowered their heads.

"Ethan Brooks, you tell me." Seeing she couldn't get an answer, Lily White simply threw the question to Ethan Brooks.

"I'm not saying. I'm afraid someone will come after me for revenge later." Ethan Brooks rolled his eyes.

"With me and the elders here to uphold justice for you, you don't need to worry about anything." Lily White said calmly.

"Heh." Ethan Brooks smiled slightly. "In this deep, secluded inner sect of Tianxiu, if someone could stab me in the chest once, they could do it a second time. I'm not strong enough to provoke anyone. Besides, there are only so many people in this room—who hurt me should be obvious, shouldn't it? What more do I need to say?"

"Ethan Brooks, watch your mouth!" An elder behind Lily White shouted angrily. Everyone present could hear the sarcasm in Ethan Brooks's words—he was clearly saying that the Patriarch's promises couldn't guarantee his safety.

Lily White waved her hand to cut the elder off, scanning the room before finally fixing her gaze on Grace Foster.

In fact, it was just as obvious—there were only so many people in the room, and Grace Foster was now standing there dumbly, one hand still in a sword-holding posture, and the sword on the ground was clearly hers. Even if Ethan Brooks didn't point her out, anyone with eyes could see.

The reason Lily White wanted Ethan Brooks to identify the culprit was just a way to downplay the incident and let it pass. With Ethan Brooks's original personality, he definitely wouldn't dare to point fingers, and the matter would be considered settled. But Lily White hadn't expected Ethan Brooks to give her no face at all, pushing her into a dead end.

"What's wrong with her?" Lily White asked in confusion.

"I don't know. She was like this when we arrived," Emily Harris answered softly.

After carefully examining Grace Foster's current state, Lily White was also at a loss. No external or internal injuries, not a single mark. Grace Foster looked as if she had witnessed something extremely terrifying and had been scared stiff.

"Ethan Brooks, do you know why she's like this?"

Ethan Brooks nodded deeply. "Maybe she's afraid of blood! After stabbing me, she became like this."

Lily White frowned and glared at Ethan Brooks, clearly thinking he was talking nonsense.

Ethan Brooks also found it strange. He had been pondering why Grace Foster stabbed him, and after her scream, she ended up like this. After thinking it over, the only explanation he could come up with was that Grace Foster had a blood phobia.

But even so, it shouldn't be like this—Grace Foster should have just fainted. Why were her eyes wide open, staring blankly at him?

Lily White placed her palm on Grace Foster's forehead, but there was no reaction. After a while, Grace Foster suddenly burst into tears, collapsing to the ground, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably.

Emily Harris hurriedly hugged Grace Foster, gently patting her back and soothing her in a soft voice, "Don't be afraid, it's all right now."

"Ghost! Ghost!" Grace Foster cried out in terror, burrowing desperately into Emily Harris's arms.

With Grace Foster's outburst, the other third-generation disciples immediately felt on edge, a chill running through the room.

"Quiet!" barked one of the elders. This elder, named Chad Miller, was Grace Foster's master.

Hearing Chad Miller's scolding, Grace Foster couldn't help but shed tears. Though still terrified, she finally regained some composure. "I really saw it, in Ethan Brooks's eyes!"

"Isn't this shameful enough?" Chad Miller roared, stepping forward and slapping her hard. With a crisp sound, a deep five-fingered mark appeared on Grace Foster's beautiful face.

Nice! Ethan Brooks was overjoyed.

"Little Grace, why did you try to kill Ethan Brooks?" Lily White asked, looking down at Grace Foster from above.

Grace Foster was still clutching her cheek, unable to understand why her usually loving master had slapped her today.

It wasn't until Lily White impatiently asked a second time that Grace Foster finally came to her senses and began to recite the excuse she had already made up: "Ethan Brooks suddenly fainted today for no reason, so I wanted to check on him. But unexpectedly..."