Mrs. and Mr. Smith
Chapter 1365

Chapter 1365: Chapter 1365: The Melancholy Freeman Brothers_1 Chapter 1365: Chapter 1365: The Melancholy Freeman Brothers_1 Ethan Smith's expression turned solemn, and an indescribable feeling welled up in his heart.

For Ethan Smith, this was undoubtedly a good thing. However, in reality, it seemed that Randall Freeman had already prepared for the possibility of not coming back.

“Master, you…” Ethan Smith opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment.

“No need for idle words.” Randall Freeman waved his arm, and a thick force pressed Ethan Smith down into a sitting position.

Without wasting any more words, Randall Freeman sat cross-legged in front of Ethan Smith. Then, a strand of divine sense floated out of his forehead, entering Ethan Smith's mind.

Instantly, countless pieces of information surged into Ethan Smith's mind.

The Freeman Family's unique and ancient knowledge was passed on to Ethan Smith without any concealment by Randall Freeman.

This was a rather lengthy process that took several days. In this period, the two of them sat cross-legged on the volcano's edge.

Meanwhile, Clay and Alfred Freeman sat nearby. If it were any other time, the two of them would have become bored long ago, but today they were unusually silent.

At this moment, outside their location, the Cloud Sect's massive army had already crossed the border, pressing towards the Grandeous mountain range.

Countless soldiers surrounded the entire Grandeous range so tightly that even a mosquito could not fly in or out.

The one leading them was none other than the First Elder, with an imposing might as he looked down at the people around him.

And by his side was Mr. Snider.

Normally, Mr. Snider would not be eligible to participate in combat, but he joined this trip to seek redemption for his mistakes.

“First Elder, isn't the sect master coming?” Mr. Snider asked tentatively, standing beside the First Elder.

The First Elder glanced at him and said indifferently, “The Deputy Sect Master will come. The sect master said he must stay behind to protect the sect and investigate why the young master left.”

Mr. Snider's face changed slightly, and a bad feeling arose in his heart.

Little did he know, the reason why the young master left the sect was because of his own machinations.

Although Mr. Snider thought he had covered his tracks seamlessly, he still had some worries deep down.

“Without the sect master, can we capture Randall Freeman? I've heard that he's terrifying when he goes berserk,” Mr. Snider whispered.

The First Elder coldly glanced at him and said, “In my opinion, Randall Freeman is nothing but an overhyped name. I'm eager to see for myself.”

Their large-scale operation naturally spread throughout the Southern Province.

Various factions trying to gain favor with the Cloud Sect also sent their forces to encircle Randall Freeman.

In a certain mountain range in the Southern Province…

A youth with a demonic aura sat in a bamboo grove, drinking wine.

The bamboos emitted a faint fragrance, making the air extremely comfortable.

“Gregory Hum, have you heard? This time, the Cloud Sect sent a large number of troops to besiege Randall Freeman,” the person beside him said with a laugh.

Gregory sipped his wine and then said with a grin, “What's it to me?”

“Hahaha!” The person beside him burst into laughter.

“Indeed, it's none of your business, but aren't you curious? They say the one leading is the Cloud Sect's First Elder, and he's always wanted to challenge Randall Freeman.”

Gregory scoffed, “I'm not familiar with them, and I'm too lazy to find out. But I heard that Salena Carpenter has a good relationship with Randall Freeman, and knowing her character, she'll definitely take action.”

“Hahaha, Gregory, you're wrong again,” someone nearby shook their head.

“Just received news that Salena Carpenter has gone into seclusion, and she suddenly left the Myriad Sects Conference.”

“Yes, some people say she left because she was afraid, so she found an excuse to escape,” another person spread their hands.

Gregory shook his head and said, “No way. Salena is a madwoman; she wouldn't be afraid of anyone. I even doubt she knows what fear is.”

“Perhaps.”

“Hey, Salena is breaking through again. We might have to consider retreating, lest we get left behind.”

“Yeah.”

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, three days had passed.

On the night of this day, Randall Freeman stood up from the ground.

He looked at Ethan Smith in front of him and said, “I have imparted all my unique skills to you. It's up to you how much you can comprehend.”

Ethan Smith nodded and then said solemnly, “Why don't you… not go back anymore, and let me handle this matter.”

“You handle it?” Randall Freeman couldn't help but laugh.

“How could you deal with it? After you killed his son, he will never let you go.”

Ethan Smith took out the token Emily Taylor gave him as a gift and then handed it to Randall Freeman.

“Relying on this token is enough to make the Cloud Sect back off,” said Ethan Smith.

Examining the token, Randall Freeman asked, “What is this?”

“A token given by Emily Taylor, a princess of the Taylor family in the Central Province,” replied Ethan Smith.

“As long as I crush this item, someone from the Taylor family will come.”

“Hahaha!” Hearing this, Randall Freeman burst into laughter.

He returned the token to Ethan Smith and shook his head: “Don't say such nonsense. Rest assured, it won't be that easy for the Cloud Sect to kill me.”

Ethan Smith was about to explain, but Randall Freeman waved a dismissive hand and said, “Alright, it's time for me to go. If I don't go back, they'll find this place sooner or later.”

“From now on, none of you three are allowed to leave. Understand?” Randall Freeman said solemnly.

Clay and Alfred Freeman looked extremely pained, tears even welling in their eyes.

This was their only remaining family member; how could they bear to part.

Without saying anything more, Randall Freeman turned around and left.

Ethan Smith clenched his teeth. He wanted to break the seal on the space, but the barrier was impervious, and he could not break through it.

Watching Randall Freeman's retreating figure, Ethan Smith felt inexplicable sadness.

“Clay and Alfred, I'm sorry for letting you guys down in this matter,” Ethan sighed.

The two shook their heads but didn't say anything.

They sat on the edge of the volcano, as if deep in thought.

A moment later, Clay stood up.

Clenching his fists, he said, “I suddenly regret something.”

“Oh? What do you regret?” asked Ethan Smith.

“I regret not taking my cultivation seriously since I was young. Now I finally understand why men must grow up,” Clay murmured.

“If you can't even protect the important people around you, life would be truly pathetic.”

Alfred opened his mouth, seeming to agree.

For a moment, Ethan Smith didn't know what to say. The impact of the environment on a person's growth was immense, and it was not unusual for Clay and Alfred to be unwilling to practice.

“I hope Grandpa will be okay,” Clay said softly.