Chapter 1352

With that in mind, Frank looked up and shouted, "Sir, I don't have the spiritron vein with me, but I know where it is. I appeal to your forbearance as my senior to grant me the favor of releasing my family, and I will take you to it!" Silence ensued across the rundown temple at Frank's words, as the person lurking in the shadows pondered. Soon, his elderly voice spoke again. "Very well. Since you're a man of principles, you have my trust." He then emerged from the shadows, an elderly man with gray hair and a steel mask covering half his face strode out. His expression was cold, and he carried a string of prayer beads in one hand. Frank's heart skipped a beat when he saw him—the terrible pressure that man projected made it clear he was Transcendentrank! He could not help remembering what Sienna Noirot of Cloudnine Sect told him… that dangers lurked everywhere across Draconia. And now, it was clear that he lacked vital knowledge on the martial elites in play. Still, he did not fli