The tension in the hall gradually eased, like a beach after the tide receded, leaving only damp sand and pebbles behind. Everyone bowed their heads in deep thought.
True Person Yu Qing said nothing more. He remained unhurried, giving everyone ample time to gather their thoughts.
Shen Yuxi was puzzled.
No, that still doesn't make sense, he muttered inwardly.
He tried to recall every word True Person Yu Qing had just said, and the more he thought, the more something seemed wrong-even if the Profound Heaven Sect's intelligence network was extensive enough to transmit news swiftly through voice transmissions, how had his master obtained the evidence?
He raised his eyes slightly, looking past True Person Yu Qing's shoulder at the powerful figures quietly conversing in the hall.
According to True Person Yu Qing, the bamboo slips listed the names of suspects within each sect, along with evidence and points of suspicion... Those things could not have appeared out of thin air.
Something this secret and important couldn't simply be entrusted to a courier, much less transmitted remotely through an artifact. If it were intercepted or tampered with along the way, the consequences would be unthinkable. They could only bring it back in person.
His gaze returned to True Person Yu Qing's back. That figure stood perfectly straight and motionless, like a silent mountain.
Anyone capable of uncovering the secrets of another sect's senior members must be at least at the nascent soul stage. But I haven't seen any senior brothers or sisters coming back frequently to report important matters these past few years.
It's only been three years. If a whole bunch of senior brothers and sisters returned at once, wouldn't that attract attention? The demonic cultivators aren't idiots. They'd definitely smell something wrong.
The more he thought about it,