Chapter 1106: Selling the House

By the next day, warm sunlight bathed all of Youdu. The city stirred back to life under the glow. People crowded the streets: vendors set up stalls, flirts chased skirts, mercenaries hunted commissions, and gamblers chased luck. Everything moved in its own tidy chaos. Inside the stele, Frank Yale had sat cross-legged through the night. He sat on a cushion of cloud, features solemn as an old monk in meditation. Golden radiance rippled off him, and his blood energy surged like a sea. If one looked...