Secret Investigation: Mysterious Representative Revealed

The brazier in the council hall gradually dimmed, its charcoal collapsing into ash, leaving only a few dark-red glimmers flickering in the cracks. The crowd had yet to disperse, but the arguments had faded into murmurs, like foam left upon the rocks after the tide receded. Chen Wuya stood before the table, the list in his hand spread open, its edges already rubbed into burrs by his fingertips.

Beneath the three words "Cloud Seal Sect" was still a blank.

Without betraying a trace of emotion, he folded the paper and slipped it into his sleeve. When he turned, his footsteps were unhurried, as though he were merely going to retrieve an overlooked document. Bai Zhi looked up at him. He gave her a slight nod, signaling that he would be back shortly. She said nothing, merely brushed a finger lightly across the cover of the document—an agreed-upon signal between them: watch your movements.

Chen Wuya left the tent. As the flap fell behind him, it stirred a breeze that lifted the corners of several sketches on the table. He did not look back, striding straight through the camp's main path before his figure quickly vanished into the open space behind the grain carts.

He crouched behind an ox cart and closed his eyes in concentration. The Misaligned Practice Connects to Spirit system slowly circulated within him, not to drive his true qi, but to borrow its keen awareness of irregular auras—just as he had once, by sheer blind luck, heard the abnormal tremors in the meridians when the Canglang Art was run in reverse. At this moment, he was trying to catch some discordant movement.

A moment later, an exceedingly faint set of footsteps came from the direction of the council hall.

It was neither the rhythm of patrolling guards