Mrs. and Mr. Smith
Chapter 1901

Chapter 1901: Chapter 1901: The Embarrassed Holy Son_1 Chapter 1901: Chapter 1901: The Embarrassed Holy Son_1 These people looked extremely miserable, covered in blood with ragged clothes, and some even had injuries so severe their half body was almost shattered.

This group was none other than Michael Wilson and his companions.

Upon seeing them in such disarray, the Williams Saintess was surprised, but rushed over immediately.

“What happened to you?” She asked in shock.

Nathan Taylor ignored her and glared at the two Masters of the Divine Path.

“Is this the path you chose?! We almost died in there!” He roared in anger.

The two Masters of the Divine Path were in an even worse state, blood pouring out and their breathing uneven.

Faced with Nathan Taylor's angry outburst, they didn't dare to speak and just gasped for breath.

“Bastards! It's a good thing we had luck on our side, or we'd be dead in that sanctum!” Michael Wilson added.

At that moment, he seemed to remember something and looked over at the Williams Saintess.

Surprised to see her unharmed, Michael Wilson quickly glanced around, seemingly looking for someone.

Soon, his gaze falls on Ethan Smith.

Ethan Smith sneers after noticing Michael Wilson's complicated expression.

He walks up to them and says with a faint smile, “Mr. Wilson, I did warn you, but you didn't listen.”

As Michael Wilson starts to speak, Nathan Taylor pushes him aside and steps in front of Ethan Smith, grabbing his collar.

“Tell me! How did you know the correct path?!” Nathan Taylor shouted angrily.

Ethan Smith coldly retorted, “Do I need to explain anything to you? Mr. Taylor, mind your manners.”

“Mr. Taylor, calm down,” the saintess interjected.

Nathan Taylor clenched his teeth, released Ethan Smith's collar, and sized him up with narrowed eyes.

“Could this kid really be a Master of the Divine Path?” Michael Wilson asked in amazement.

Nathan Taylor snorted coldly and remained silent.

At this point, Frederick Cohen hurried to Ethan Smith's side, fearing something might happen to him.

“Saintess, did you find any treasure in that Mystic Realm?” Michael Wilson asked cautiously.

Worried that the saintess would reveal something, Ethan Smith quickly interrupted, “Whether we did or not, what does it have to do with you?”

Michael Wilson narrowed his eyes and said enigmatically, “It seems you really found something valuable in there.”

“Even if we did, it has nothing to do with us,” Nathan Taylor snorted from the side.

The saintess chuckled and changed the subject, “You all seem to be badly injured. How about we all go to my mansion for healing? I recently got some healing medicine from the Divine Medicine Conference. What do you think?”

“Sounds good, it's been a while since we visited your mansion, Saintess,” Michael Wilson agreed quickly.

Nathan Taylor wanted to decline, but his injuries were grave, so he eventually agreed.

Ethan Smith was unwilling but couldn't object, so he and Frederick Cohen followed the saintess to her Mansion Mystic Realm.

On the enormous carriage, the Williams Saintess and several elegantly dressed young men from aristocratic families were chatting idly.

Ethan Smith and his group didn't belong in the same circle, so they didn't join in and instead went to the warship's cabin to taste some delicacies with Frederick Cohen.

“Ethan, did they give you a hard time?” Frederick Cohen asked.

Ethan Smith shook his head, “Not really, they wouldn't dare to make a move in the sanctum.”

Frederick Cohen frowned slightly, glanced coldly in the direction of the warship's deck, and said, “Could this be a trap for us?”

Ethan Smith fell silent for a moment before shaking his head, “I don't think so, the saintess has no reason to do that.”

Frederick Cohen scoffed, “After all, they're part of the same circle. We're nothing to them. Who can guarantee that she's not just pretending?”

Now that Frederick Cohen pointed it out, Ethan Smith became more vigilant.

“You actually came up with that?” Ethan Smith teased.

“Shut up,” Frederick Cohen glared at him, “You'd better think about what to do. If necessary, we can find an excuse to leave.”

Ethan Smith said nothing and slowly approached the window, looking out at the beautiful scenery.

After a while, he said, “Let's take it one step at a time. If it comes down to a fight, even if we're no match for them, we should be able to escape.”

Frederick Cohen nodded, then remained silent.

The warship flew through the sky, racing towards the Williams Family's secret mansion.

After a long time, the ship stopped at an enormous mansion suspended in the void.

The entire mansion glowed with an icy blue light, resembling a celestial palace.

Above the mansion, a few characters shimmered: Frostmoon Palace.

“This must be the saintess's mansion,” thought Ethan Smith.

The whole mansion emanated a slight chill. Upon entering, everything around became even colder, bathed in an icy light, giving off an otherworldly aura.

As soon as the group entered the Frostmoon Palace, a rabbit hopped into the saintess's arms.

This rabbit was incredibly delicate and beautiful, as if crafted by human hands, and it even had a faint mysterious aura around it.

Upon seeing the rabbit, Ethan Smith couldn't help but frown.

Remembering something, he turned to look at the characters “Frostmoon Palace” behind him.

“What's wrong?” Frederick Cohen asked.

Ethan Smith rubbed his chin and said, “Don't you find it familiar?”

“Familiar?” Frederick Cohen was startled and then scratched his head, “I don't think so.”

“Frostmoon Palace, rabbit, and the scenery here,” Ethan Smith said softly, “it's extremely similar to a certain place.”

“The Moon Palace? Monroe?” Frederick Cohen suddenly realized.

He looked around in astonishment and shock! The more he looked, the more similar it seemed.

“Could the saintess be Monroe?” Frederick Cohen scratched his head, looking confused.

Ethan shook his head and said, “That's not possible. The time doesn't match, and besides, that's just a myth.”

At that moment, Michael Wilson came over and asked, “Is this your first time at the Frostmoon Palace?”

Ethan Smith glanced at him but didn't respond.

Michael Wilson sneered, “For ordinary rogue cultivators like you, being able to act this way upon visiting the Frostmoon Palace for the first time is already quite remarkable.”

“You talk too much nonsense,” Frederick Cohen frowned.

Ethan Smith held Frederick Cohen back and looked at Michael Wilson with a half-smile, “I am indeed curious about Frostmoon Palace. Is there something special about it?”

“You're right. This Frostmoon Palace was passed down to the saintess by her great-grandmother,” Michael Wilson said lightly.

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