Chapter 6803 Silencing A Witness
- Dorian Silvermoon stood at the window of Moonlight Hall. Silver-white moonlight poured over his shoulders like running water, making his refined, stern face look as cold and still as a sculpture carved from thousand-year-old ice.
- He ran a finger along the smooth jade windowsill, but his eyes were fixed beyond the silvery courtyard on the rolling golden sea of clouds in the distance.
- Graham Linden's report replayed endlessly in his mind.