Chapter 647: Your Own Grandchild!

Sunset Valley. It lay three hundred miles west of the Veil Sect, wedged between two opposing peaks. A slant of dying sunlight poured in through the mouth of the valley, washing the entire gorge in molten gold and red. Dante Easton stood with his hands clasped behind his back atop a slab of bluish stone. The moment he received word from Justin Heskins, he had set out. Only Archer Heyland stood behind him. He had brought no one else. He did not need to. The sunset rimmed Dante in a thin band...