Chapter 1357: Guinevere Lee's Cunning

The Freeman brothers were quite smug, as if everyone was celebrating for them.

Time passed swiftly, and the sun gradually set.

Meanwhile, the masters of the sects and city-states had gathered together, beginning to discuss significant matters.

"Can we leave now?" Ethan Smith asked.

"Let's go, there isn't much point in staying further." Alfred Freeman suggested, shrugging.

And so, after bidding Randall Freeman farewell, Ethan turned and left the scene.

All the way, Clay Freeman seemed very excited, seemingly longing for tomorrow.

"Which outfit should I wear tomorrow? The satin one, or the robe made from Dark Ice silk?" Clay inquired, visibly excited.

"No matter what you wear, the main factor is that you are handsome." Ethan joked.

Clay replied proudly, "Of course! But... I still want to dress up."

Ethan sighed inwardly.

Clay might suffer a blow from Guinevere Lee, but Ethan, in his current state, couldn't advise him.