Taibai And A Qin

Ethan Smith walked down the empty street, cigarette in mouth, shaking his head and forcing a bitter smile. Who could have imagined that after three years of marriage, all that remained was betrayal?
He vowed to make that woman regret what she had done and promised to make everyone who had been good to him live a good life.
Yes, it was Emily Taylor, the woman who had helped him out of the abyss of despair when he hit the lowest point in his lifetime.
"Emily, it's time for me to take care of you."

Mrs. and Mr. Smith

Despite Marc Fraley's hoarse and desperate yelling, Ethan Smith no longer paid him any attention.


He returned to the Divine Alchemist Pavilion.


At this moment, the pavilion had already become a pile of ruins.


Holding Star's corpse, Ethan went to the mountain behind.


He built a grave for Star and carved Star's name onto the tombstone.


The back mountain was somewhat desolate, and Ethan gazed at Star's grave, his heart filled with countless emotions.


*How many people along this journey will pass away? How many will make it to the end?*


"Star never did anything bad in his life," the Pavilion Master said softly beside him.


*This world has never judged outcomes based on good or evil. Countless wicked souls roam free beyond the Ninth Cloud, while so many kind-hearted individuals meet untimely deaths.*


*The world of cultivators is even more cruel—perhaps today you toast cups together, and tomorrow you become a mound of dirt.*


Chapter 1172: The Worry from Above