Chapter 20: The Killing Intent Had Faded, but the Killing Heart Only Grew Colder

The moon hung cold as a hook, and the scattered stars looked like frost. On Giant Peak, where spiritual energy ran so thick it felt almost tangible, lavish palace towers rose in grand, imposing tiers. Anyone who could live in a place like this within the Pentos Sect clearly held a status beyond question. On a sword platform along the western face of the peak, Timothy Lumisden stood alone. A thousand-zhang cliff yawned before him. Night wind screamed up from the abyss, snapping his robes with a...