Chapter 1073: Nothing Left Unsaid

The night sky hung heavy, steeped in grief. Frank Yale carved the final name, drew out a wine flask, and poured a libation beneath the colossal tombstone that towered like a cliff. Behind him, Susan Thubron and the young cultivators followed suit. Under the moon, their ninety-three silhouettes looked bleak and solitary. Of the more than ninety million cultivators in the Cutmore Kingdom, only these ninety-three remained. Frank rose and left, returned to Southern Cutmore, and made his way into the...