Chapter 1239: A Common Enemy

Ethan Thubron watched the scene unfold with a faint, icy curl to his lips. The sect master had asked those questions right in front of him for one reason only: to scrub his own hands clean. Maybe he would not openly dump every last bit of blame onto Greyson Kembal and Kelvin Yoxshall, but the intent was there all the same. Too bad for him. Ethan had cultivated for a thousand years. Whatever little scheme these people thought they could pull under his nose, they were still green. Most cultivators...