Chapter 623: The Primordial Wu Clan

At night, the moonlight was soft, drifting gently down from above. Starlight stretched endlessly from the deep night sky, spilling down and surrounding sixteen subsidiary peaks, as if they were draped in a starry robe-hazy and ethereal, like a scene from a fairyland. On the summit of one of the subsidiary peaks, Jasper Tudor sat cross-legged, his breathing controlled in a subtle, mystical rhythm. Spiritual energy (qi) surged around him, as an endless flow of starlight from the far side of the night...