Chapter 9: The Sect's Hidden Quill
The night was unnaturally quiet. Even the usual chorus of nocturnal insects seemed to hold their breath, as if sensing the storm brewing beneath Cloudveil Sect's tranquil surface.
Li Tianyu sat in the shadows of the training grounds, the black quill resting across his palm. His mind raced with the encounter from earlier—who was that cloaked figure? And what did they mean by "those who profit from the current order"?
Determined to find answers, Tianyu ventured toward the sect's inner sanctum—the Hall of Records. It was a place few disciples dared enter, guarded not just by layers of cultivation traps, but by the sect's oldest members.
As he slipped past the stone guardians, the faint glow of candlelight spilled from beneath an ancient door. He listened closely. Whispered voices—calm but firm—discussed matters of fate, power, and control.
Tianyu pressed his ear to the crack.
"…the Life Script Panel is no mere legend," a voice murmured. "It's the key to absolute control over the sect's future."
"…we must find the Author before he grows too strong," another responded. "If the Bureau descends, it will mean war."
A chill ran down Tianyu's spine.
The sect was divided. Somewhere within, a secret faction hunted him—a shadow sect within the sect, wielding power to keep the flow of fate unchallenged.
He slipped back into the darkness, heart pounding but mind clear.
His Life Script Panel wasn't just a tool—it was a beacon.
And those who wished to control fate would stop at nothing to claim it.
Tonight, the game changed.
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