Chapter 911: Cast Off the Eye

In front of the bamboo hut, Frank Yale stood staring at the robe in his hands, at a loss for words. What he had touched in dreams had taken shape in the waking world, and he no longer knew whether Consort Yan had truly passed on or still walked among the living. "Many thanks for your gift, senior." He bowed toward the loom, then shrugged into the robe Consort Yan had woven. It was plain cloth, nothing ornate, yet it masked the killing intent rolling off him and made him, like the garment itself,...