Briggs made a circuit below, personally inspecting the traces of battle in each area.
As a Fighter specially dispatched by a Fighter Council publication, he was highly skilled at observing and judging all kinds of battle traces, reconstructing parts of the scene in his mind.
After roughly surveying the battlefield, he quickly found the area where the final battles had erupted in concentrated succession. Perhaps they could not even be called battles—they had been one-sided crushes. Judging from the remaining traces, the fighting might have ended in mere seconds.
Lily stayed close beside him, constantly taking photographs.
Briggs eventually arrived at the place where the New Light Sect rift had once appeared. Crashed airships burned fiercely all around him, and he felt that the spot beneath his feet might have been where that person had stood moments ago.
By now, he had more or less reached a conclusion.
No matter how unbelievable that conclusion seemed, as long as it matched everything before his eyes, it was the truth.
He sighed. "Lily, do you know what this means?"
"Uncle Briggs, what does it mean?"
Briggs looked upward. This time, he did not rashly voice his thoughts. Instead, he said, "We'll see soon enough."
After a pause, he gripped Lily's shoulder. "Let's go back first."
At the same time, the Da Shun Delegation, which was returning to Great Shun, received a report from the Covert Department.
"This is absurd. Utterly absurd!"
Chu Zhixian's hand trembled. There was both shock and uncertainty over the strength Chen Chuan had displayed, as well as anger at what had happened.
Tu Haisheng immediately turned to him and said sternly, "Deputy Head Chu, watch your language. Director Chen is not your subordinate. Whether what he did was absurd is not for you or me to decide. The