But I could hardly believe that whatever force was at play here had anything to do with a so-called "righteous" power from the Divine Realm. Those self-righteous zealots wouldn't allow even the faintest blemish on their pristine, holier-than-thou robes—the ones they draped over the entire Xianlun World. No, this smelled like something much darker... unless it was...
"The Sovereign and the Empress!" Miari and ChiChu's voices echoed in my mind at the same time.
Outside, the comedic banter of my sect members filled the room. Their laughter had a way of cutting through the tension, turning the atmosphere into something lighter. On the outside, I was smiling and nodding along to Elder Han's ridiculous praises and Elder Wei's deadpan retorts. But inside? Inside, I was brainstorming.
To outsiders, my sect might seem like a bunch of unserious fools, but I knew better. This was how they operated. By laughing away the worries, they could clear their minds for planning.
