Chapter 1051: The Sole Inheritor

The Antarctic continent was a world of absolute silence, a desolate expanse of white under a pale, indifferent sky. The wind, a razor-sharp entity, was the only thing that moved, sculpting endless dunes of snow and ice. To mortals, this was the planet's final, unforgiving frontier—a place where life clung on by the thinnest of threads. To Frank Fang, it was merely quiet. He stood atop a colossal glacier, the biting cold having no more effect on him than a summer breeze. His simple high school...