Upon hearing this, the Pavilion Master's expression changed slightly.
She coldly glanced at Roy Whitehead, her eyes seemingly filled with a touch of anger.
Roy Whitehead humphed, "What, can't even mention him after you've kept yourself for him all your life?"
"That's my own choice," The Pavilion Master said coldly.
Roy Whitehead waved his hand, "Anyway, I think this kid looks a bit like him."
The Pavilion Master remained silent for a moment, then said, "That's because Ethan Smith is his son."
Roy Whitehead was taken aback, then burst into laughter, "No wonder you care so much!"
"But speaking of which, this kid isn't your son, is he?" Roy Whitehead laughed heartily.
"Of course not," The Pavilion Master shook her head, her tone seemingly filled with a trace of helplessness.
As the two were chatting, a burst of light erupted from Ethan Smith's body not far away!
This light rose from his dantian and shot straight at his brows!