Chapter 652: One Swing, One Head-Down It Went!

Veil Sect, Grand Council Hall Inside the Grand Council Hall, the silence was so complete a pin could have been heard hitting the floor. Even the air felt congealed. Zion Cadden stood where he was, eyes locked on the tightly shut doors. He made no move to stop anyone, rigid as a mute statue. The stewards and elders around him kept their mouths sealed. Their gazes slid toward Zion in unison, as if waiting for him to react. His face gave away nothing. Not a ripple, not a crack. It was impossible...