On the back hill of the Divine Alchemist Pavilion.
This place originally was a barren hill, but at this moment, thanks to the efforts of Roy Whitehead, it has transformed into a place of lush greenery and clear waters.
The moonlight suspended in the high sky was the only light here, and the distant houses seemed to have fallen asleep already.
Absolute silence.
Ethan Smith was sitting on this hill, lost in thought.
His mind was in disarray, and his heart was filled with complex emotions.
Even though he had never met his mother, the blood coursing through his veins, even his constitution, were inherited from her.
Ethan Smith wanted to bring back his mother's divine sense, but he had no idea how to do it.
A cold breeze blew, causing a rustling sound from the medicinal herbs. Ethan Smith was surrounded by the floral and herbal scents, but there was not a glimmer of life in his eyes.
