Chapter 954: The Sleeping Avatar

Late at night, mist curled around Venturer Sanctity, which had fallen into silence. The place felt like a slice of fairyland-dreamy and unreal-enough to make anyone yearn for it. On the summit of Jade Maiden Peak, only Frank Yale remained. He sat as still as a statue, letting the cool breeze toss his snow-white hair across his face. "He's not planning to sit there all night, is he?" On a distant ridge, Lance Shayle, Jerome Soto, and their band of shameless scoundrels huddled before a rippling water...