Chapter 690: How could a firefly ever compare to the full moon?

Zhuo Bufan swore that never in his life had Boreas Sharp looked so effortlessly dashing. That battered black trench coat, worn for who knows how many years, somehow gave him a regal air. At Zhuo Bufan's startled cry, heads turned across the training grounds, one after another, all swinging toward Boreas. On both sides, faces lit up. For the Northerners, it was relief-Boreas's arrival meant at least one more Innate-level fighter on their side. It would be hard to change the outcome, but maybe...