Chapter 109 So I’m the Clown After All!

• Francis Lynch gave a small nod and took the Frostbloom Petals from Simon Hart’s hand. They were sealed in a jade box, yet even through the lid Francis could feel that bone-deep chill.
• He lifted the Frostbloom Petals out, true energy surging inside him, wrapping the herb in a steady flow.
• “Such thick, solid qi.” Simon’s pupils tightened. He was a warrior too, stronger than Simon Hart by a notch, and, of course, not someone Francis could normally be compared to.