At the same time.
Just as Chen Sheng was in his room, pondering the shocking secrets Lady Lan had revealed.
In another hidden pavilion within the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, a conspiracy concerning the very survival of the sect was silently brewing.
Great Elder Song Zhe dismissed his attendants and stood alone in a dimly lit quiet room.
On the table before him, a palm-sized Sound Transmission Magical Artifact, shaped like a disc of black jade, was emitting a faint, eerie glow.
A moment ago, Song Zhe had relayed a detailed report to Elder Gu in the distant Profound Yin Valley—Lady Lan's unusual reaction during the day's meeting, the arrival of Chen Sheng and Sun Yuzhi, and even his speculation that Lady Lan might have reached some tacit understanding with the Nie Family.
Now, he was awaiting the other party's instructions.
After a few breaths of silence from the Magical Artifact, a hoarse voice slowly emanated from within:
