Mrs. and Mr. Smith
Chapter 1362

Chapter 1362: Chapter 1362: Countermeasures_1 Chapter 1362: Chapter 1362: Countermeasures_1 The sect master's eyebrows slightly furrowed, asking, “Young Master? Which Young Master?”

The disciple spoke with a sobbing tone, “Your…Your son.”

“What?!” The sect master suddenly stood up, his terrifying aura exploding instantly!

Even though everyone present was among the pinnacle of power, they were still suffocated by the sect master's overwhelming pressure!

“Who did it…Who did it!” The sect master roared furiously, causing even the clouds in the sky to instantly scatter!

“According…According to what we heard, it was Ethan Smith…” The disciple said, trembling with fear.

The sect master's face turned very ugly, anger coursing through his chest.

“That Ethan Smith actually dares to be so ungrateful? The sect master has already given in, and yet he killed the sect master's son?”

“No wonder Randall Freeman left in such a rush earlier, he must have known the news beforehand.”

“This Ethan Smith must die – if Randall Freeman knows what's good for him, he should hand Ethan over himself!”

Everyone was buzzing with comments, all blaming Ethan Smith and Randall Freeman.

However, the sect master did not utter a word, his icy cold expression looking terrifying.

“I will kill him myself…From today on, anyone who shelters Ethan Smith is an enemy of the Cloud Sect!” The sect master coldly declared.

In an instant, the sky was enveloped in dark clouds, with lightning flashing and thunder rumbling.

It was as if a great war was about to break out.

At this moment, Ethan Smith was sitting in the Mystic Realm, squinting his eyes.

This dull and boring life was excellent for tempering one's mental state.

Since he couldn't cultivate, Ethan Smith could only try to polish his mindset during these days.

“Sigh.”

Ethan Smith let out a soft sigh and stood up from the ground.

He felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart, unable to help in any way and even unable to do anything.

Inside the Mystic Realm, he couldn't hear any sounds from outside, so Ethan Smith had no idea what was happening out there.

At dusk.

People gradually arrived at the Freeman residence.

These were a group of elderly men who looked quite old, but each of them possessed extraordinary power.

They were all lords of their respective territories in the Southern Province.

“Mr. Randall, why have you asked us to come in such a rush?” The black-bearded man speaking was named Crow, a close friend of Randall Freeman's.

“What could be going on? It's just to eat and drink together.” A short, white-haired old man laughed as he spoke.

This man was named Alonzo White, and he was highly skilled.

“Hahaha, Mr. Randall, we don't have that much leisure time to eat and drink with you.” Another person stepped forward and said.

Randall Freeman sighed and waved his hand, “Alright, let's sit down first.”

After everyone had sat down, Randall Freeman spoke, “Please stay for a few more days this time.”

“Don't worry, we traveled a long way to come here, we won't just leave after a meal.” Crow laughed.

At this moment, Clay Freeman and Alfred Freeman walked in.

“Greetings to our grandfathers.” The Freeman brothers spoke obediently.

“Haha, you two little brats, why aren't you out chasing girls instead of staying at home?” Alonzo White joked.

“I'm guessing their reputations have soured, so they can't catch any girls.” Crow joined in on the teasing.

Clay and Alfred Freeman scratched their heads awkwardly, and just as they were about to speak, Randall Freeman waved his hand, “You two go outside first, we have some matters to discuss.”

“Alright.” The two of them didn't linger, turning around and walking out.

They sat down on the stone stairway outside the entrance, propping their cheeks, and watched the setting sun.

“Do you think they will help?” Clay Freeman asked.

Alfred Freeman murmured, “They are all grandfather's friends, so they should, right?”

“But the opponent is the Cloud Sect after all, and no one wants to go against them.” Clay Freeman sighed.

“Besides, these people like to wander the world and are used to being free, who would be willing to get involved in trouble like this?”

Alfred Freeman remained silent, feeling a bit gloomy deep within.

They both knew that this was most likely a disaster for the Freeman family.

To confront the Cloud Sect, they would need all the top rogue cultivators in the Southern Province to help, such as Salena Carpenter of Nexinton Mountain and Gregory Hum of Tranquility Mountain Temple.

However, bringing them all together was an almost impossible task.

As they spoke, loud shouts came from the Great Hall.

“What did you say?! The Cloud Sect? Someone killed the son of the Leader of the Cloud Sect?”

“Old Freeman, think about it carefully, do you really want to go against the Cloud Sect? If they go berserk, we won't be able to withstand it.”

Upon hearing the voices in the Great Hall, Clay and Alfred Freeman exchanged looks and sighed.

Shortly after, people began to leave the house one after another.

Upon hearing that they would be opposing the Cloud Sect, no one was willing to lend a helping hand.

After a little more than ten minutes.

Except for Alonzo White and Crow, everyone else had left the house.

In the vast Great Hall, only the three of them remained.

Clay and Alfred Freeman entered the hall and couldn't help but feel melancholic upon seeing the empty space.

“Just these two people.” Clay Freeman couldn't help but mutter.

Randall Freeman didn't say anything, while Alonzo White and Crow were cursing in front of Randall Freeman.

Even though their words were harsh, they didn't have any intention of leaving.

“I wonder when Aunt Salena will come out of seclusion.” Clay Freeman said.

“Right, right, if Aunt Salena takes action, our chances of success will be much higher.”

As they were talking, several powerful auras suddenly approached the Freeman's residence at high speed.