Dean Thistle sat across from his son, Sigil. The two of them saw the reports and were quite stunned themselves. Though Dean Thistle's expression didn't change much, Sigil wasn't as reserved as his father and reacted quite fiercely.
Then he began to laugh.
Who would have thought that the Luminescent Moon Sect would make such an exception? They were making such large moves in the background just for the sake of placing Chosen at key positions.
But this…
Dean Thistle shook his head. "Your vision is still too limited."
"What do you mean, father? Isn't this a good thing?"
"No. It is not. The weight of the title of Chosen has been thrown into the trash in a single night. If the Patriarch of the Luminescent Moon Sect did this on purpose, it's a brilliant move and it makes things far more difficult for us."
