The ancient master's eyes narrowed into tight, paranoid slits as his mind rapidly processed the reality. This brash youth did not merely possess an anomalous medical talent—he wielded a terrifying political influence that could command a newly ascended Sect Protector with a single whisper. It was blatantly obvious that Ethan Brightsword was orchestrating a massive long-game on this mountain.
The weight of the situation was suffocating. The Vice Sect Leader reached inside his sleeve, his fingers tightly clamping around a golden decree jade. He possessed a supreme, unyielding order handed down directly from the lips of the isolated Sect Leader himself: Ethan Brightsword had to be transferred to the Central Sect Headquarters at any cost—but it explicitly had to be done by his own free, uncoerced will.
