"This place... I think I remember it. I seem to have been here before..."
The Forsworn Soul in Yang Yi's belt spoke, but no one paid him any attention.
He was far too unreliable. Whenever they pressed him for details, he would lapse into "amnesia." After a few rounds of that, Yang Yi could no longer be bothered with him. He was nowhere near as reliable as Cui Xiya.
By then, they could just make out the voices in the room ahead. A fierce argument was underway, and there was more than one person inside.
"...Zhou, you've done it again, you bastard!
If there's a next time, I guarantee you'll be the next one tied to the execution platform!"
A man spoke. Judging by his voice, he was no longer young-at least forty.
"...You pathetic wretches who can't hear the Oracle!
How many times do I have to tell you before you understand? The Radiant Goddess really exists, you ignorant pigs!"
A girl spoke angrily. She sounded only fourteen or fifteen, so it was probably Zhou Dai.
"They're just inside. Please, come in."
Meishar lifted the sides of her skirt and curtsied with her head lowered, her bearing exceedingly graceful.
Yang Yi nodded and pushed the door straight open, making quite a noise. Everyone inside immediately turned to look, and a few even drew their weapons, their eyes full of wariness.
There were twenty-three people in all, both men and women. Their builds gave a rough indication of their ages, and nearly all wore featureless dark gray masks.
But they did not conceal their identities from one another. Their clothing, and even their armor, made it clear that they held considerable standing in their respective fields.
Among them were an elderly woman dressed in a high priestess's robes, a Holy