The Man’s Decree – Chapter 5998

First light pried at the horizon, a weak blade of silver cutting through the spiritual haze above Jade Immortal City. It did nothing for the knot twisting in Quentin's gut, the whole manor felt braced for bad news.

Inside the Executioners' Quarters duty room the air was worse, as if frost had been packed into the walls and told never to melt.

Four enforcers stood below him, faces leached of color, sweat shining on their lowered brows. None dared draw a full breath.

He rested behind the broad slab of obsidian that served as his desk, the stone cold enough to bleed through his sleeves.

The ink-green brocade of his robe rasped when he shifted, the cloud-stitching catching at his forearms.