The biting wind of the Glacial Heart Wastes felt like a distant memory within the sealed, silent confines of the ice cavern. The four of them stood amidst the echoing emptiness of the plundered legacy dwelling, the weight of their shared secret a palpable, binding force. Wang Jian, the silent orchestrator of their immense fortune, turned his gaze towards the main cavern, where Chen Ying's three followers still lay in their magically induced slumber.
"It is time to wake them," he stated, his voice calm, cutting through the tense silence. "We cannot linger here indefinitely. Chen Ying, you will handle the explanation."
Chen Ying, her face still pale from her earlier terror and the recent, humiliating encounter in the scripture hall, flinched at the sound of his voice but nodded numbly. She knew her role. She was now a puppet, and he was the one pulling the strings.
