âUi-hyun is dead.â
In the damp underground of Hanam, a man knelt, reporting to someone seated before him.
The figure knelt with his head bowed. Sitting on a broken stone in front of him was an elderly man.
The old man turned his gaze to the man delivering the report.
âThe body?â
âWe could not retrieve it, but based on the circumstances, it is certain.â
âI see.â
The child had died.
Hearing this, a trace of bitterness flickered across the old manâs expression.
But that wasnât the only issue.
âAndâ¦â
The kneeling man continued.
ââ¦It appears the formation we set has been dismantled.â
At those words, the old manâs brow furrowed deeply.
The formation was dismantled?
Now that was intriguing.
âWhen?â
âIt was undone shortly after we set it, less than one shijin ago.â
ââ¦Ohâ¦â
The old manâs eyes narrowed with interest. This was one of the most surprising pieces of news heâd heard in years.
Who could have done it?
His first thought was the Martial Alliance, but he quickly dismissed it.
The Martial Alliance lacked the ability to dismantle their formations.
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It was the Martial Alliance itself that had severed the growth of formations and sorcery in Zhongyuan. Having abandoned those arts, their progress had long since stagnated.
The old man propped his chin on his hand, lost in thought.
âOne shijin.â
It had only taken them one shijin to dismantle the formation. Whoever had done it must have a deep understanding of formations.