By the time he reached the final page…
Even he, a palace lord, could not suppress the shock rising within him.
More than a hundred names.
All from the Eastern, Western, and Southern Districts.
Not a single one from the North.
Five separate batches.
One of them…
Over forty candidates were eliminated simultaneously.
Murong Liu slowly closed the booklet.
His gaze lifted toward the distant light curtain, where the unseen storm continued to rage within Xiaoji Holy Land.
"Forty people… eliminated at once."
He murmured softly.
Then, almost unconsciously—
"By one person?"
"What's true and what's false? Sixth, what exactly are you stirring up over there?"
"Why do you look like you've just seen a ghost? What happened?"
Pan Borong and Guo Yangyun, who had been observing from the side, finally couldn't hold back their curiosity any longer, stepping closer with narrowed eyes as they noticed Murong Liu's unusually serious expression after hearing Wan Sibo's report.
