Chapter 303: Do You Have Enemies in the Capital?

The stairwell lay in dim shadow. An old man and a younger one climbed at an unhurried pace, cigarettes between their fingers. Smoke curled around them, blurring their faces into smudged silhouettes. Dante Easton exhaled a thick stream and said, "I may have founded a sect in the Ancient Martial World, but I still have businesses on the mundane side. I want you to go over and keep an eye on the raw stone trade for me." Henry's gaze glinted through the haze. "Raw stone. So you noticed too?" Their...