Chapter 127: Below a Holy Body, All Were Mortal

"A single drop of Heavenly Phoenix Blood in exchange for three hundred years of prosperity for the Santee family. Was that where your feud with Layton Fitzharris began?" "Whoosh!" A formless haze of qi-dust unfurled from beneath Morgan Scarfield. His robes fluttered without wind, and the air between his brows carried a depth that made him hard to read. Benson Santee's pupils tightened for a heartbeat, then he steadied his breathing and forced himself calm. "Looks like Senior Brother Morgan knows...