Chapter 352: The Five-Hundred-Thousand Holy Edict Wager

Cloudrest City. On the street, two figures stepped into Benson Santee's path. "Can I help you?" Benson asked, his tone flat. One of them cupped his fists. "Hall Master Santee, my senior brother would like a private word." "Your senior brother is?" "You've already met him." "Oh?" A flicker of surprise crossed Benson's eyes. Not long after, inside a lavish restaurant, in a quiet private room on the third floor, a young man with an unmistakable presence sat beside a tea table. It was none other...