Chapter 135: Ivanka Ye's Request

For five days and five nights straight, Amari Upham and the others hauled Spirit Stones like old draft oxen, from sunrise to sunset, then through the dark until dawn. Their robes had long since been shredded. The blisters on their hands had crusted over, split open again, then crusted over once more. More than thirty elders who used to carry themselves with intimidating authority had ended up hunched and hollow-eyed, like a band of displaced farmers fleeing famine. "Finally… it's… done…" The...