The old man slowly stood.
"This operation could not have been carried out by merely one or two people."
His hand moved and the formation projection changed.
Deaths.
Explosions.
Destroyed peaks.
Tournament incidents.
Every event appeared suspended in the air.
"Information gathering."
"Coordination."
"Observation."
"Timing."
"Execution."
He looked around the hall.
"This required preparation."
His voice became heavier.
"This required communication."
The Patriarch's gaze sharpened slightly.
The old elder finished.
"There is a faction."
The room froze.
Not one traitor.
Not one infiltrator.
A faction.
An organized group hidden inside the sect.
The implication struck everyone heavily.
Suddenly many events began fitting together.
The precise timings.
The information gathering.
The knowledge of sect structure.
The awareness of important targets.
It all seemed to support the theory.
Discussions immediately exploded.
Some suspected internal factions.
