Chapter 947: A Sojourn in the Red Dust

At dawn, snow still drifted, laying a sacred white robe over the vast, bleak world. On the mountaintop, Frank Yale and Dinah Cutmore rose and stepped onto the open earth, both dressed in white, hair and cloak as pale as the falling flakes. No one knew when the two of them appeared in an ancient city of North Chu. The instant they crossed the threshold, the noisy street fell utterly still. Teacups halted at lips; mouths hung open; feet froze mid-step. White hair rippled behind them as they walked...