Chapter 89: Was Campbell Dead Weight?

As Byron Cutmore watched the cultivators tighten their encirclement, his brows knit slightly. At that moment, a young man in white strolled out from behind the Demon King Palace Master. A jade-green flute hung at his waist. He looked noticeably older than Byron, and his presence was anything but ordinary. "Connor Saiger?" The young man's fingertips brushed the flute's body. Pressure surged out like a tidal wave, the might of Great Saint Realm peak bearing down on everything. "Byron Cutmore. It's...