Elmer sat behind his desk, his fingers interlaced as he sank into deep thought. He had just returned from another covert mission outside the sect, having poisoned a medicinal garden in the east belonging to the Tiger Fang Sect. His spies had uncovered a ninth-grade herb being cultivated there, and his operation ensured its grade would drop by at least one level.
'And then there's the problem further east,' Elmer sighed in exasperation. 'Everything seems too perfect.'
He glanced at the reports stacked neatly on his desk. They indicated smooth progress in the ambiguous Jade-Divine territory, as he called the contested land now. The ambiguity of control between the Jade Sky Sect and the Divine Lightning Sect made it a hotbed of intrigue.
