Shen Yu looked at Wu Shan's proud, self-satisfied chest puff with a soft, respectful smile, but inwardly, his contempt remained cold, absolute, and detached. He watched the City Lord greedily swallow the bait before smoothly weaving the next thread into his grand tapestry of lies.
"As many in this room are aware, I was born with shattered meridians, a crippled fate that no medicine in this province could touch. But fate changed during our alliance with the Jin Clan, when I finally obtained the Astral Soul-Mending Herb."
He paused for effect, the hall falling into a deathly silence. "By refining that herb myself, I was able to mend the broken paths of my foundation and step onto the path of cultivation."
The silence was broken by a soft, trembling voice.
He Lan, who had been hanging on his every word as if they were the dictates of the Heavenly Dao, leaned forward.
