The thought settled, and Lin Chen immediately spoke with absolute finality to Blood Sha and Cold Moon:
"Cheng Tianming, Chief Cheng, was detained by your Corps' Council of Elders because of me. I will go save him myself."
"Please lead the way. Whoever fights side by side with the Lin Family will have their lives secure and their path ahead free of worry."
Hearing this, Blood Sha and Cold Moon felt a surge of warmth in their hearts, nearly jumping to their feet.
Before coming here, they had gone over countless possibilities, afraid Lin Chen might ask about the number of elders, their cultivation levels, the reality of their defenses... Yet he did not utter a single unnecessary word. Clean and decisive, every word struck the ground like a hammer.
This kind of responsibility did not rest on his lips—it was carved into the cracks of his bones. How could they not feel reassured?
The two no longer hesitated and turned to leave.
The Liang Province Mercenary Corps was now swaying in wind and rain. Powerful enemies watched from without, while cracks churned beneath the surface within. Only a tough opponent truly capable of holding down the fort could suppress this turbulent current.
Seeing the anxiety between their brows, Lin Chen knew there was no time to waste. He merely adjusted his robes before following them out at a brisk pace, rushing straight toward the Liang Province Mercenary Corps headquarters.
At that moment, in an ebony secret chamber deep within headquarters, the four great elders had formed an iron ring around Cheng Tianming, their gazes like knives as they pinned him in place.
Though Cheng Tianming wore no shackles, four crushing auras bore down upon him. His back was rigid, and even lifting his eyes felt like pushing against a