Chapter 502: Jade Phoenix Life Lamp

Salvatore Casson felt a blade of cold air smash down over his head. He flashed more than thirty feet away in an instant and twisted around. A middle-aged man stood where he had been, Mourning Staff in hand. He wore a white Daoist robe trimmed in black. His eyes were a dead, ashen gray, and an astonishing chill poured off him in waves. One look, and Salvatore remembered someone Carl Casson had mentioned before. "Crying Taoist?" he called. Crying Taoist's face did not so much as twitch. "Hand over...