Chapter 690: Tripartite Talks

The next morning. Dawn had only just paled the horizon when the Snow Sect Grand Council Hall already blazed with lamplight. Dante Easton sat high in the seat of honor, a cup of hot tea cradled in his hand. His gaze was calm, still water on a windless day. Below him, two figures sat facing each other. On the left was Jolene Vik. A black gown flowed down her body, its hem trailing along the floor. Her face was so stunning it hardly seemed real. A faint, teasing smile played at her lips, yet her...