Chapter 57: Threads of Deception, Roots of War
"Unless we are certain it was their doing," Mo Yuntian replied, "we will not breach the truce. You may call it pragmatism, or weakness... but it is necessary."
No one dared refute him directly.
It was then that Elder Lin Guang cleared his throat.
"There is another matter... related, yet more disturbing."
The elders turned toward him with guarded expressions .
Mo Yuntian’s gaze sharpened faintly. "Speak."
Lin Guang raised his hand, and with a flick of his sleeve, a jade slip floated into the air. It glowed with faint green light before unraveling into a projection.
A flickering image appeared—blurred, as if recorded from afar through layers of illusion-repelling mist. But even so, the scene was unmistakable: a man clad in black and silver robes with his hands clasped behind his back
A few elders stiffened visibly.
"That’s—"
"Impossible..."