Chapter 1351 Night, Cold Wind, and Dark Skies

• White peaks, jade waters. Night deep as ink, wind cold as a knife.
• Inside Yevon’s cave dwelling, over a dozen stood at his side. Every one of them was no ordinary fighter—hard-edged elites personally molded by Druce Boleyn, all freakish talents in their own right.
• Everyone wore a grim face, tension tight as wire. Yevon’s mood was icy as hell; none of them dared disturb their mentor now.