Chapter 1087: Years Worn Away

The Cutmore Kingdom lay quiet and at peace. Across the heartland, countless figures stood still-most of them elders of the cultivation world, each with the younger generation at their side. They gathered before the Heroes' Tomb, drew out their flasks, and poured out a libation in tribute. By the Tomb now stood a sky-piercing statue that seemed to touch the clouds. It was Frank Yale, rendered so vividly that every cut and line looked as if the gods themselves had chiseled it. He might have stepped...