Chapter 216: The Scarfield Father and Daughter

The banquet had reached its liveliest hour. Cups clinked and laughter rose in waves, yet Byron Cutmore's gaze kept drifting, faint but persistent, toward the area where the Scorching Sun Peak disciples sat. Those disciples, all with roots in the Great Sun Imperial Sect, looked cordial enough as they traded toasts with the other peaks. Still, a thin layer of distance lingered between their smiles and their eyes. It was worst among the cultivators native to the Three Thousand Cosmic States. The superiority...