He heard it, but why didn’t he say it just now? If Ethan Brooks revealed that she had a child, then she would be doomed with no chance of survival. The rules of Tianxiu Sect were right there, and there were already precedents—there was no room for resistance. Thinking of all this, Grace Foster felt her mind in utter chaos.

In the main hall of Tianxiu Sect, Lily White and the four great elders sat in silence. After a long pause, Lily White finally spoke: “What do you all think about what happened today?”

Chad Miller, naturally wanting to defend her own disciple, stood up and said, “It’s obvious that Ethan Brooks was tempted by lust. Otherwise, with Little Grace’s temperament and character, how could she have stabbed him?”

Ethan Wood snorted coldly, “I don’t care who’s right or wrong in this matter. But Wendy is that woman’s child! You all know very well what that woman is capable of. Back then, she spared your lives only out of consideration for our sect’s bond, wanting to leave Tianxiu with some foundation. Today, Wendy was lucky not to die—if he really had, the entire Tianxiu would be buried with him!”

Hearing Ethan Wood mention that woman, the faces of the women present all changed slightly. They had personally experienced the tragedy that befell Tianxiu more than ten years ago and had witnessed that woman’s methods. At that time, she was still pregnant, yet with a single sword, she threw the entire Tianxiu into chaos, blood flowing like a river, countless disciples lying dead on the spot!

Six months later, Ethan Brooks was sent to Tianxiu Sect, specifically entrusted to Ethan Wood to raise for sixteen years.

“Ethan Wood, why are you bringing up that woman?” Chad Miller said awkwardly.

“I don’t mean anything by it,” Ethan Wood said softly. “Sixteen years—there’s only one year left. As long as Wendy leaves Tianxiu, whether he lives or dies, she won’t blame us.”

As she spoke, Ethan Wood’s eyes reddened slightly. Once he left Tianxiu, Wendy wouldn’t know how to survive. With his personality, he simply wouldn’t be able to make it in this world.

“I only hope that in this last year, no one will lay a hand on Wendy!” Leaving these words behind, Ethan Wood strode out the door.

Lily White rubbed her forehead and said, “Let’s keep Little Grace under watch for now. Today, Ethan Brooks’s words seemed to have hidden meanings—I need to investigate whether there’s something more behind this. Also, pass down the order: no one is allowed to spread word of today’s events. Anyone who disobeys will be punished according to sect rules.”

Chapter Five: Graceful Forehead, Moth-like Brows, Icy Skin and Silken Veil

The people of Tianxiu Sect had only just left when another person entered Ethan Brooks’s bedroom.

Lucas Clark, the top disciple of the third generation of Tianxiu, Ethan Wood’s personal disciple, and the very Miss Clark mentioned by Lily White earlier.

Although he had memories of Lucas Clark, and although every woman he’d seen since arriving in this world was strikingly beautiful, leaving Ethan Brooks dazzled, the moment Lucas Clark stepped in, Ethan Brooks was still momentarily stunned.

Dressed in blue, her slender waist wrapped in cloth, dark eyes with curled lashes and willow brows, she walked with grace and poise—graceful forehead, moth-like brows, icy skin and silken veil.

Jade for bones, ice for skin, autumn water for posture, the moon for spirit. Her hands were as soft as tender shoots, her arms as white as jade!

Sometimes, words seemed so pale and powerless. Lucas Clark’s beauty was untouched by the dust of the mortal world, like a fairy fallen to earth. Yet she was not so distant—Lucas Clark also carried a gentle aura that made people feel as if bathed in a spring breeze.

Unable to help himself, Ethan Brooks exclaimed, “Beautiful!”

Lucas Clark’s delicate brows furrowed slightly, thinking this shameless man was about to pester her as usual. If not for the sect leader’s orders, she would have turned and left. Though she didn’t like this man, hearing Ethan Brooks praise her still brought a faint blush to Lucas Clark’s fair cheeks. Forcing down her displeasure, she came to sit by Ethan Brooks’s bedside, reaching out her slender jade hand to open his shirt at the chest.

“Thank you for your trouble!” Ethan Brooks, knowing what she was thinking, didn’t pester her further.

When she saw the wound on Ethan Brooks’s chest, Lucas Clark couldn’t help but look at him in surprise. Normally, if Ethan Brooks suffered even a minor injury, wouldn’t he be wailing as if dying? How come today, with such a serious wound, he didn’t make a sound?

Looking up, Lucas Clark was even more astonished. Not only did Ethan Brooks not cry out in pain, there wasn’t even a trace of suffering on his face, as if the wound wasn’t his own—even though it was still bleeding!

Despite her surprise, Lucas Clark gently placed her small hand over the wound.

The next moment, an incredibly warm green light appeared, enveloping Ethan Brooks’s injury. In an instant, Ethan Brooks felt the pain ease greatly—not only the physical pain, but even the pain in his spirit was much relieved.

External release of inner power? Ethan Brooks was utterly shocked! Back in Tang Sect, he was considered a rare genius, but he hadn’t cultivated to the point of possessing inner power! Even the most powerful elders in Tang Sect couldn’t release their inner power to this extent. How old was Lucas Clark? How could she possibly do this? And the color of this inner power was actually green. For a moment, Ethan Brooks stared dumbfounded at the green light, utterly astonished.

Gradually, his chest began to itch. Looking down, Ethan Brooks saw the wound healing at a strange speed—the outer edges were already scabbing over. He reached out to touch it, and the blood scab fell away.

Seeing Ethan Brooks act so childishly, Lucas Clark couldn’t help but want to laugh.