Chapter 962: The Mission's End, The Voice of the Heavenly Dao

The setting sun painted the sky in hues of fiery orange and deep violet, casting long shadows across the balcony of the jockey club. The air, once thick with tension and the scent of ozone from discharged energy, was now calm and carried the faint fragrance of the manicured gardens below. The chaos had passed as quickly as it had arrived, leaving behind a profound stillness. All threats, all old vendettas, had been extinguished. The dust had truly settled. Daven Walker stood by the railing,...