Lanfeng Village, Chen Xinting's Residence.
The leaders of the Hunting Group gathered in the village, yet the atmosphere was as heavy as lead.
Chen Xinting's face was pale as paper, his remaining left hand unconsciously stroking the rim of the teacup, the murky tea inside reflecting his fierce and weary eyes.
The empty right sleeve silently told the tale of the recent tragic encounter.
"We just received the confirmed news." Someone broke the silence, his voice heavy, "Su Can of Wuyin Village has successfully emerged yesterday, breaking through to the First Transformation Realm!"
His words were like icy water dripping into boiling oil, causing everyone in the hall to change expressions, furrowing their brows and breathing a few degrees heavier.
"A year late… we still let him succeed." Someone murmured, the tone complex and indescribable, mixed with resentment and a hint of barely detectable reverence.
