Chapter 158: You Think a Mere Demon Clan Can Play Schemes?

Night deepened, and the camp gradually fell quiet. The cultivators sat cross-legged within the formation, conserving their strength. Byron Cutmore sat atop the raised platform with his eyes closed, regulating his breathing while doubling as the lookout. Soft, light footsteps approached. Byron opened his eyes to see Sabrina Hunt carrying a tray as she walked up the platform steps. Under the moonlight, she wore only a thin gauze dress. The lines of her body showed through in fleeting, tantalizing...