"Yes."
Steward Li nodded and said thoughtfully:
"Hall Master Song, for talent like this, we should find a way to recruit him into our Medicine Sect. Perhaps he could shine brilliantly in the 'Spirit Creation' project. With that level of comprehension, he would be an absolute master at spirit creation."
"Indeed."
Hall Master Song nodded in agreement.
But the smile on his face quickly faded, replaced by a trace of complexity. He sighed softly.
"In Black Miasma Gorge, we lost the upper ranks of an entire branch helm. Those above are furious and have ordered a thorough investigation into the cause. The entire Medicine Sect is on edge now. Recruiting people at a time like this probably isn't appropriate."
Steward Li's heart skipped a beat as he asked probingly:
"Hall Master Song, do those above suspect that a spy infiltrated the branch helm?"
"That is possible."
Hall Master Song said coldly, his gaze dark.
"After all, Pill Pavilion has planted no shortage of spies in our Medicine Sect over the years. Openly and covertly, who knows how many they have slipped in. This incident at the branch helm may well have involved an insider working with them."
Steward Li fell silent.
He merely clenched his fists and looked toward Pill Pavilion, his eyes filled with hatred.
Pill Pavilion.
That name had long been branded deep into the hearts of every member of the Medicine Sect. They were their greatest enemy, the rival they hated most. After so many years of open and covert struggle, the two sides had already forged a blood feud as deep as the sea—one that would not end until one side was dead.
On the street.
Chen Changming walked out of the inn and merged into the bustling crowd. He did not walk quickly, lost