The room grew heavier as Lin Mu contemplated the task ahead. The strike team celebrated their flawless success, the monks and disciples sorted treasures, and even his companions enjoyed raiding vaults. Yet Lin Mu now bore a new weight of knowledge.
The Hidden Cave Sect was not finished. Not yet.
He stood slowly, sweeping his hand to store the patriarch's corpse once again.
The work of dissecting wealth and knowledge was not over, but for tonight this discovery was enough. Later he would move on to the elders' rings, uncovering their secrets as well. For now, the ancestor's shadow lingered in his mind like a storm on the horizon.
The silence of the Central Hall pressed around him, but Lin Mu was not disturbed. He had faced storms before, and he would face this one too.
A day later...
Lin Mu sat cross-legged in the empty room long after he had finished examining the patriarch's corpse.
