After exchanging a few casual remarks, Song Yan naturally steered the conversation toward the Demonic Path.
"Senior Brother Lin, by your account, the Demonic Path's invasion is less than a year away."
"But since returning, I've deliberately kept an eye on the sect's records, the Affairs Hall's intelligence reports, and developments on all sides, yet I haven't found the slightest clue connected to it."
"If the Demonic Path really intends to strike within a year, an operation of that scale ought to leave some signs."
"Senior Brother Lin, could this matter... change because you and I know about it-or rather, because the sect master does?"
Song Yan voiced the doubt that had long lurked in his heart.
Lin Qing fell silent for a moment, a trace of puzzlement flashing between his brows as well.
"By rights, the Demonic Path should already be stirring restlessly. There ought to be at least some word of it."
"But from what I've pieced together, some trivial matters may have strayed from their old course, yet the sect's major plans and the movements of the various powers haven't changed..."
"Ah, well."
Lin Qing suddenly patted Song Yan on the shoulder.
"Now that the sect master knows, I imagine he has arrangements of his own. If there really are any unusual movements from the Demonic Path, with his means, there's no way he would remain completely unaware."
Misfortune was where fortune leaned; fortune was where misfortune lay concealed.
Since Sect Master Chen Linyuan had learned of the matter, Lin Qing's state of mind had actually become much clearer.
Who knew whether he had simply decided that a cracked pot might as well be smashed?
Lin Qing knew he was only an ordinary man, with neither grand ambitions nor any profound capacity for strategy.
Before his rebirth,