The dead looked peaceful.
No injuries.
No poison.
No curse marks.
Nothing.
Healing Hall elders arrived.
Curse Peak elders followed.
Soul examinations.
Body examinations.
Everything.
Nothing.
The reports only made things worse.
Heart failure.
Every corpse.
Heart failure.
"How?"
"No poison?"
"No external attack?"
"Impossible!"
The sect erupted.
Orders came immediately, and disciples confined.
Movement restricted as orders were enacted.
No wandering.
No unnecessary travel.
Only elders and specific duty disciples received permission.
Patrols increased and even Jiangshi mobilized.
Thousands of them spread across the sect and seeing this Han Yu nearly laughed, because nearly forty percent of them were his own creations. The sect had unknowingly handed him eyes everywhere.
Through them he watched the panic spread.
Outer Court peaks descended into terror.
