The courtyard trembled with disbelief. The words of the Han Patriarch still lingered in the air like ripples across a pond, and yet, no one moved. Every member of the Sword Shandian Sect stared at Han Cui in absolute silence. Their expressions were a mix of shock and confusion, their usually calm eyes now wide with unmasked astonishment.
"What did he say?" one of the younger disciples whispered, his voice cracking slightly. "Another one?"
"Impossible," muttered one of the elders, eyes narrowing. "There is another? Another son?"
The leading elder of the sect, the white-haired one with the silver clasp, turned his gaze toward Han Cui. "Patriarch Han," he said slowly, his voice carrying the faint tremor of disbelief, "you mean to tell us… there is another child of yours with potential worth testing?"
