"Senior brother!"
Lan Meiyu approached Liu Zhenhai's chamber, her heart pounding in excitement.
Inside, the room was tinged with incense, the faint scent of burning sandalwood masking the rot beneath.
Liu Zhenhai sat cross-legged, eyes closed, body still.
But he wasn't truly meditating.
No.
He was simply waiting.
Waiting for someone to offer him a chance.
And Lan Meiyu?
She had arrived right on time.
As Lan Meiyu finished speaking, he merely chuckled.
"Are you certain?"
Lan Meiyu bowed her head. "Not entirely, senior brother."
Liu Zhenhai didn't even blink.
"Doesn't matter."
Truth? Lies?
None of it mattered.
What mattered was how people reacted to it.
"Spread it. Make sure my name isn't attached."
Lan Meiyu smiled.
She already knew who to use.
Jin Ying.
A Sword Peak gossip queen.
She could make a rumor fly across the sect faster than an Inner Disciple climaxing for the first time.
And she did.
Within hours, all of Sword Peak was buzzing.
