The guard's panicked retreat sent a jolt through my mind that had nothing to do with the inherited powers.
Three years was a long time, but some faces stuck in memory like scars—especially when they belonged to the bastards who'd helped tear your family apart.
Guard Captain Liu Wei. I remembered him now. Mid-rank cultivator, Foundation Establishment peak, stationed at the palace during Chen's escape.
He'd been one of Wuji's loyalists, probably fed information about the rescue attempt. And now here he was, wearing Immortal Sect robes like he belonged.
"Something wrong?" Lin Yue's voice was barely a whisper, but her archer's instincts had picked up on my sudden tension.
"Maybe," I replied quietly, filing the information away. No point in chasing him now—too many witnesses, too much risk of exposure.
But Liu Wei's presence here meant the Sect had deeper connections to my son's coup than I'd suspected.
