Zhu Long fell silent for a moment:
"I haven't been in my sect for many years and am not clear about the current disciples... Moreover, the Dao Evolution Sect, being a third-tier major sect, has many disciples, and it's not uncommon for names to be repeated. As for which Lu Xuan it is... It's hard to say, hard to say."
His ambiguous statement left everyone pondering.
If Zhu Long's words were true, did it imply that he was actually... A castaway of the Dao Yan Sect?
"Instead of speculating about each other's identities, it might be better to consider another question. Our discussions take place here, unknown to outsiders. How did the enemy accurately predict our actions?" Ju Mang suddenly spoke up.
His words immediately tightened the atmosphere in the room.
After a few breaths, Ju Mang adjusted the mask on his face, the bronze lamp's light reflecting off it, illuminating his wise gaze:
"Correct. There is... A traitor among us."
