Chapter 157: Endless Tribulation 7

Days slipped by. Of Bartholomew's group of ascetic monks, only a little over ten days remained before a new cohort would arrive to take their place. A decade had passed. For those who cultivated at the higher realms, it was no more than the blink of an eye. That day, Reina Webberlye came, as usual, to bum a meal. After she ate, she tugged at Bartholomew's sleeve and begged him to keep telling stories. After more than three thousand days and nights, his well of new stories had long run dry. All...