In the hall.
Jin Yichuan looked at the Jade Slip in his hands with a solemn expression, and everyone else had equally grave faces.
"All our efforts over the years in the Southern Territory Tower have only caused minor disturbances to the Netherworld.
A Xiuchun Cultivator and a Sword Sect disciple, just two people, managed what so many of us could not?"
Jin Yichuan's tone was mild, yet the implication of his words was profoundly deep.
"Should we say their skills are heavenly, or are we simply incompetent?"
The other senior Cultivators at the Tower exchanged glances, falling silent for a few seconds before someone tentatively spoke up, "Could this be false intelligence?"
"A Xiuchun Cultivator would never betray the Tower," Lu Xingjian was the first to object.
"Township Supervisor, you misunderstood," the Cultivator who had just spoken clarified, "What I meant was, could it be that this Xiuchun Cultivator was deceived by a facade put up by the Netherworld.
