The grand hall of Viper Manor fell silent as Scholar Shi Ming rose from his seat, his scholarly robes rustling with the movement. His weathered face and silver hair painted the picture of wisdom, but his eyes held a predatory gleam that made several clan leaders shift uncomfortably.
The masked woman at his side stood motionless, her white porcelain mask reflecting the lantern light. Her presence drew Li Shen's attention - something about her stance, her bearing, stirred a memory he couldn't quite grasp.
"Honorable leaders," Shi Ming's voice carried across the hall, measured and precise. "The Ten Sages have been more active than we initially believed. Our records show they've infiltrated three major trading posts along the eastern border. They're not just gathering forces - they're positioning themselves strategically."
