In the heart of the Holy Devil Dragon Sect, under the dim glow of flickering candles, Wang Li sat alone in his private chamber. His handsome face was stern, his eyes sharp as they scanned over the detailed reports spread across the table. For days now, his sect had been under attack. The Devil Sects had been striking with an alarming precision—targeting his trade routes, ambushing his caravans, and even disrupting his alchemy supplies. What puzzled him the most was how they seemed to know exactly where and when to strike.
Something was amiss. Someone within the Holy Devil Dragon Sect was feeding information to the enemy, and Wang Li's suspicions had finally come to rest on one person: Elder Baiyun. A married woman of great beauty and power, she was one of the more influential figures in the sect, her allure only matched by her cunning. For a long time, Wang Li had admired her skill in managing sect affairs, but now that admiration was tainted with suspicion.
