Meanwhile, in the Silver Nimbus Courtyard behind the foot of Silver Nimbus Mountain.

Quinton York sat in his Arhat chair with his eyes closed, thinking.

A man stood a few distances away from Quinton, his head hung low, too terrified to utter a word.

If the people from Harvey York’s schoolmate’s gathering were here, they would’ve recognized that this man was none other than Chester Sanders.

Chester, who acted like a loyal dog who had lost its home in front of Harvey, now appeared more calmed