Chapter 426: This Plan Will Work

Grivoria, the main hall of the Snow Sect. Dante Easton sat at the head seat, spine straight and presence steady. After half a month in seclusion, his injuries had fully healed. If anything, his aura felt even more restrained than before, packed tight like a blade kept in its sheath. The pressure he carried was heavier, sharper. Inside the hall, Edith Yavener lounged sideways in her chair, languid as a cat. A flame-red dress draped over her like living fire, and she idly twirled a strand of hair...