Chapter 404: Selene Quinny Isn't Fit to Be a Bride of the Yale Family!

Under a pitch-black sky, snow drifted down in pale, silent flakes. High above, silhouettes appeared one after another. Twelve figures in total looked down over all of Prospero City. No crushing pressure rolled out. No razor-edged killing intent bared itself. They only watched, unhurried to strike. Rory Yale glanced back. That single motion drew countless eyes. The Snow Sect disciples behind him shifted, and even the Immortal Second Realm Ancient Martial Arts expert in front of him turned his...