Chapter 560: Theo Quinny

Ten-Mile Slope. Beneath an ancient pine. The stench of blood still hung in the air. In Dante Easton's hand, the Halfborne Ruler continued to drip, slow and steady. He lifted his gaze toward the source of the sound. A gray figure swept in like a crane dancing across the sky. With a few light bounds, the newcomer arrived before him. The man's hair and beard were both snow-white. He wore a plain blue robe, simple to the point of austerity. At his waist hung an antique jade token, carved with two...