Inside the living room of Han Ling's villa…
His fingertips tapped lightly against the table, each sound crisp in the stillness of the air. He was mulling over the latest intelligence brought by Cen Wenyu and Lan Qihan. On the surface, the cases seemed scattered, their methods similar yet not identical. But deep down, he felt an unshakable certainty—this was not the work of a team, nor a group of rogue cultivators acting together. It all traced back to one single person.
This instinct couldn't be explained by logic, but ever since his cultivation reached this level, his "sixth sense" often proved far more accurate than any deduction.
"…There's no need for doubt—it should be one person."
Han Ling raised his eyes, his tone calm yet resolute. "Although the clues you've gathered appear complex, there is a thread running through them all. This man—his goals and intentions are far too clear."
Cen Wenyu and Lan Qihan exchanged a surprised glance.
