Mrs. and Mr. Smith novel Chapter 482

Chapter 482: Chapter 482: The Second Expedition of the Great Saint Sect!

While speaking, the First Elder tried to maintain a calm demeanor.

At a glance, no flaws could be detected.

Moreover, the First Elder was the person the Pavilion Master trusted the most, so she nodded and picked up the bowl of porridge.

Her red lips gently kissed the rim of the bowl.

The First Elder’s expression suddenly became nervous.

It wasn’t until the Pavilion Master had slowly drunk the porridge that the First Elder breathed a sigh of relief.

“Lord Pavilion Master, please rest well.” The First Elder said as he picked up the bowl and bowed.

The Pavilion Master did not say much, just nodding her head.

She held up a newspaper in her hand, reading something unknown.

Without lingering, the First Elder took the bowl and hurriedly jumped down.

Throughout the day, the First Elder felt uneasy.

According to Elder Foster, the Spirit Severing Pill would not cause any obvious symptoms after being taken.

Only when using one’s power would they discover the loss of Inner Strength within their body.

Therefore, the First Elder did not leave.

That very night.

It was another late hour.

The First Elder stealthily left the Divine Alchemist Pavilion.

He made his way to the end of the street and quickly crawled into a car.

“How did it go? Did you do it?” Elder Foster asked.

The First Elder nodded, “Yes, it’s done.”

Elder Foster raised an eyebrow, “You’re not trying to deceive us, are you?”

Upon hearing this, a trace of anger flashed across the First Elder’s face.

He said coldly, “Don’t doubt those you use, don’t use those you doubt. If you don’t believe me, you can pretend I never came!”

Skyler Howe sitting next to him quickly tried to calm him down, saying with a smile, “First Elder, don’t be angry. There’s no need to lower yourself to his level. We all believe you.”

The First Elder snorted coldly, glancing at Skyler Howe, “Remember what you promised me.”

Skyler Howe replied with a faint smile, “Our Great Saint Sect, Capital City Martial Arts Association, and the major aristocratic families of Capital City all hope that the Divine Alchemist Pavilion can stay in our hands.”

“Now, you are one of us.”

Hearing this, the First Elder nodded slightly, and then got out of the car.

As soon as he left, Skyler Howe’s face immediately darkened.

“Attack tomorrow! Strike down the Divine Alchemist Pavilion!” Skyler Howe said coldly.

Early the next morning.

All was normal in the Divine Alchemist Pavilion.

No one knew that a disaster was quietly approaching.

At noon, when the sun shone high in the sky,

when one should be enjoying a leisurely lunch, the Divine Alchemist Pavilion received a group of uninvited guests.

The Pavilion Master was lying in her rocking chair, about to take a nap.

At that moment, her eyes suddenly opened.

“Someone’s coming.” The Pavilion Master’s brows furrowed.

The next second, she saw the Pavilion Master, like a celestial being, float down from the tower.

On the Divine Alchemist Pavilion’s plaza,

Elder Foster, Skyler Howe, and others were standing there, waiting quietly.

“So, you still haven’t given up?” Seeing these people, the Pavilion Master’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Skyler Howe took a step forward and sneered, “Lord of Medicine God Pavilion, if you are willing to surrender now, perhaps you will suffer less.”

The Pavilion Master raised her eyebrows, “Just with you guys?”

“Yes, just with us!” Skyler Howe sneered.

Their aura erupted abruptly.

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