"If that is truly the case, then we must find Teacher Lei's body."
Long Feijun said, "If he is neither seen alive nor found dead, what will people outside say? What will the Martial God Hall, the Crimson Dragon Army, the Blue Alliance, and the countless Transcendents born into humble families think?
"Think about it, Vice-President Shen. If news of Teacher Lei's mysterious disappearance spreads on a massive scale, won't people outside conclude that your Nine Great Cultivation Families were pulling strings behind the scenes?
"After all, thirty years ago, it was your Nine Great Families joining forces that forced Teacher Lei to relinquish all power and spend the rest of his life in seclusion within the Martial God Hall!"
Shen Yupeng's expression turned exceptionally ugly.
Clearly, he too realized that the disappearance of the "Martial God," Lei Zongchao, had made Dragon City's already chaotic situation even more unpredictable—and even more impossible to rein in.
"But how long can we keep the news sealed? Twelve hours? Twenty-four? Are you certain you can find the Martial God or his remains in such a short time?"
Shen Yupeng said, "Allow me to remind you, Colonel Long: the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. There are currently countless Transcendents from humble backgrounds outside, all filled with hopes of 'inviting the Martial God out of seclusion to take charge of the overall situation.' The Crimson Dragon Army, the Blue Alliance, and even newly risen organizations such as the Ordinary People's Committee have all drafted their next-stage action plans on the premise of the Martial God emerging from seclusion.
"If we do not promptly let them know the truth, make them accept reality, and adjust their strategies—if we insist on waiting until paper can no longer wrap fire before revealing the truth, shattering everyone's