Han Yu listened quietly to all the conversations when someone suddenly asked.
"Brother Ju Fan?" It was Daoist Swamp Leech.
All voices stopped.
Han Yu raised the token.
"Yes?"
"What do you think?"
Everyone waited.
Han Yu answered calmly.
"The enemy is intelligent."
"They adapt."
"They understand the sect."
"They target talent."
Silence.
The statement hit hard.
Because it was true.
Almost everyone who died had talent.
Future elites.
Future pillars.
Someone cursed.
"So this bastard wants to cripple the sect."
Han Yu stayed silent.
The discussion shifted.
People began listing names of the dead.
Promising disciples.
Heirs.
Talents.
Daoist Swamp Leech suddenly spoke softly.
"My junior brother died…"
The token quieted again.
"He was supposed to enter the Core Court next year."
No one answered. Whether it was the weight of the words, or the fact that Daoist Swamp Leech even had people close to him, it was hard to tell.
Even Daoist Blood Pool remained silent.
