Chapter 634: Postwar Reorganization

Three days later. Snow Sect. Morning light spilled through the clouds, washing over a mountain gate that had just survived a blood-soaked battle. The ruins still stood. The stains on the stone had not even dried. Yet the survivors had already thrown themselves into work. Dante Easton stood before the Grandmaster Hall and watched figures hurry back and forth down the slope. He drew a slow breath. After three days of recuperation, his injuries had healed by about thirty percent. He was still far...