Chapter 637: Harvest Time!

Dante Easton let his gaze drift over the crowd before it settled, steady and unhurried, on Justin Heskins. How could he forget the blood-deep feud between Justin Heskins and the Realpeak Sect? It was the kind of hatred that carved itself into bone. And at that moment, Dante quietly weighed his options. He decided he would do Justin Heskins a favor, one he could cash in later. He strode to the map and drove a finger down hard on it. His voice boomed through the room. "Ancestor Lincoln Urwin bled...