The air inside the grand sect hall felt like it had frozen solid.
The towering pillars, carved with the sect's ancient history, seemed to loom higher.
The flickering lanterns on the walls cast long, eerie shadows.
Even the faint incense in the air, usually calming, seemed to grow suffocating under the weight of what had just been said.
Guo Tian, with his face dark as storm clouds, stood stiff in silence.
He hadn't spoken a single word since Zou Fang's humiliating call-out, but his eyes burned with rage.
How did he find out? I was careful! I even use an illusion. How did he find out?
This illusion ability gives him a good sense of illusion around him if no one paid attention to him or focused on him, including even the patriarch.
But, how did Zou Fang see through his illusion?
His fingers twitched at his sides, his jaw clenched so tight the muscles rippled along his cheek.
Then—
BANG!
The Patriarch slammed his palm against the armrest of his throne.
