As the meeting concluded, silence filled the air.

Drip.

The stillness was so absolute that the only sound was the occasional water droplet echoing in the cave.
Was it because of the shocking nature of what I’d just said?

After all, I’d just dropped a bombshell: that in three months, we’d attack Hannan—home to the Murim Alliance and the Shaolin Temple.

Ordinarily, such an announcement would be enough to leave anyone stunned.
But I didn’t think that applied here.

These people weren’t the type to be shocked by something like this.

As evidence, I glanced at the ceiling.