Bab 1144: Chapter 1144: The Heritage of Immortal Slaying Sect

Ethan Smith had always been quite curious about the prophet.

It seemed like he knew everything, receiving a lot of news even earlier than the higher-ups.

"We will set off early tomorrow morning," Daphne Green said.

Among these people, it seemed that only Daphne Green knew the whereabouts of the prophet. Aside from her, Ricardo Bowman and the others knew nothing about it.

Clearly, Daphne Green's background was not as simple as it appeared.

Each of these chosen ones seemed to have hidden secrets.

Night time.

Ethan Smith sat on a cliff in the Second Secret Realm, looking up at the full moon.

The moonlight showered on Ethan Smith's face, illuminating his sharply carved features.

He held a pot of wine in his hand, a pot of wine brought from the demon city, capable of intoxicating even martial artists.

There were too many troubling matters on Ethan Smith's mind. Ever since he embarked on the path of cultivation, he had barely had a day of good rest.