The restaurant was filled with soothing string music.
The crystal chandelier refracted a warm, yellow glow, falling onto the exquisite silverware.
Yan Lin finished speaking.
The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.
Fang Qingyu's gaze flickered slightly.
He understood what Yan Lin meant.
An opponent capable of silently controlling all the members of the Bauhinia Association.
Its terrifying capability far surpassed the divine Will encountered in direct combat.
Unknown methods, bizarre rituals, and indefensible mental erosion...
If the source and Achilles' heel cannot be found, even the strongest Power.
May silently become a puppet.
Or be completely obliterated by an inexplicable curse.
This wasn't an alarmist statement.
But rather the bloody lesson of the Bauhinia Association's complete ruin.
Silence spread among the three of them.
Only the distant noise of the city outside served as background sound.
