Chapter 889: Chitchat

"That should be Zhao Ziyun." After a slow sweep, Frank Yale's gaze finally settled on a small altar tucked in the corner, where a boy of about ten had been locked in place. The little fellow had fine, bookish features, like a young scholar. Even Frank let out a quiet sigh at the strength of the boy's bloodline. Perhaps he had only just been taken, so his condition was not too grim. Those taken before him had been nearly drained dry of their bloodline power; by now most were little more than skin...