Chapter 114: The Welcome Gift

Hours had passed since the death of the junior shaman lord, and the courtyard, once ravaged like the aftermath of a typhoon, was gradually restored to normal by the diligent efforts of Jameson Balam and Kaleo, the two disciples. Liam Casson sat in a wicker chair, idly turning over a bone flute as clear as jade in his hands. Under his Fiery Golden Eyes, the junior shaman lord's entire body and soul had been completely incinerated, but the Phantom Flute somehow survived, unscathed. Its surface was...