Chapter 1111: Spoils of War

"Spare me! Spare me!" The ravine at midnight was anything but quiet, echoing with ragged pleas. The purple-robed elder lay collapsed on the ground, bloodied to the bone. His cultivation was ruined, stripped clean. He stared at Frank Yale and the others in terror. Out of the dozen men who had chased them, he was the only one still breathing. "Tell me who your master is," Frank said, voice light, face unreadable. "Yue Zhen. It's Yue Zhen," the elder stammered, shaking. "Yue Zhen?" Frank narrowed...