Chapter 589: The Treasure is Pretty Good**

Sitting high above, Samson Vinaul finally cracked a faint smile as he watched Eleanora Jubbs and her crew leave. He turned his gaze to Frank Yale and the others, "Any of you palace masters got something to say?" "The Sturdy Sun Sect's conditions are kinda weird," mused Peak Master Deacon, his voice thoughtful. "They just want dead bodies. It's super weird!" "Should we run this by the patriarchs?" Frank Yale, sipping his drink, spoke lazily, never meeting Samson Vinaul's gaze. "The master's in...