Wuchen caught the Jade Slip, extended his divine sense into it, and scanned its contents.
The old servant had served beside the Alliance Leader for over ten thousand years. What storms and towering waves had he not weathered? Yet now, his hand tightened involuntarily around the Jade Slip.
He looked up at Zhou Xuan.
Zhou Xuan leaned back in his chair and waved him on.
Wuchen said nothing more and turned toward the stone door of the Secret Chamber.
The stone door rumbled open. Dazzling sunlight poured in from outside, carrying the clamor of voices from the Square.
White Jade Plaza was packed with people.
Several hundred sect masters, family heads, and guardian elders from dozens of second-tier forces or higher stood in a dense crowd.
Some had arrived aboard Immortal Boats, others had flown through the night. Those from farthest away had set out from the outskirts of the Eastern Province and spent three full days traveling.
Every face bore the same word.
Urgency.
The sight of Zhao Tu being treated in public on the Square had long since spread throughout the Central Province.
That festering wound caused by corruption had healed instantly before everyone's eyes, more effective than any miraculous pill or medicine.
With living proof right before them, who could remain unmoved?
Especially those sect masters whose bodies were already showing signs of corruption—how could they sit still?
The moment Wuchen emerged through the stone door, the noisy Square seemed as though someone had pressed pause.
Every sound stopped abruptly.
Hundreds of pairs of eyes fell on Wuchen in unison—or, more precisely, on the Jade Slip in his hand.
Finally.
Many sect masters instinctively straightened their backs. Some had already begun feeling for the offerings they had prepared in their Storage Rings.
Deeds to mineral veins, spirit