The dimensional space around us hummed with activity as Zhang Wuji began organizing the former Immortal Sect cultivators into training groups.
But even as I watched the efficient reorganization unfold, that nagging thought about my original world lingered like a shadow at the edge of my consciousness.
It was then that I noticed Elder Liu approaching with one of his disciples—a younger man whose nervous energy betrayed his anxiety about speaking to me directly.
"My Emperor," Elder Liu began with a respectful bow, "my disciple Chen Wei has information that might be... relevant to our discussion of the Immortal Sect's true motivations."
I gestured for them to continue, curious about what intelligence they might possess.
