Chapter 606: Cracks

Falconfall Creek lay forty li from the Snow Sect's North Gate. They called it a creek, but it was really a long, narrow rift squeezed between two broken cliffs. The rock faces looked as if they'd been cleaved by axes and chisels. Not a blade of grass survived there. Only hawks and falcons nested along the rim. After night fell, the valley floor turned black as ink. Even moonlight could not reach it. Tonight, three figures arrived one after another. Michael Wokey came first. After meeting with...