Chapter 895: Sky Burial

The night sky was bottomless, the stars scattered like dust. A figure with a burlap sack darted into a rolling spine of mountains, sneaky as a thief. No need to guess; it was that bastard Frank Yale. From Yanluo Mountain he had sprinted more than two hundred miles. Only then did he drop into a godforsaken range where not even birds would crap, burrowing a thousand feet into the earth before he stopped. "Aren't I clever-pulled off another big score." He set down the sack, with a sly, foxlike grin. He...