Chapter 1838 The People's Will

No one spoke—because the man before them carried immeasurable merits from the mystic spirits. If not for his sacrifice all those years ago, peace would never have lasted this long. So, even if the sages harbored their own agendas, none dared to openly pressure Wynter for an answer. More than that, they would have to tread carefully around her from now on. If they wanted to take action against her, they needed actual leverage—something they could use against her. She was not some ordinary sect apprentice they could crush at will. Wynter smiled. "Now that I've explained myself, what about this foreign corrupted mystic statue? Terell, how do you intend to justify his presence? Or are all of you planning to protect him?" She had never once lost a war of words. She had placed all the sects in a precarious position with just one sentence. If they continued shielding Terell, word would spread, and soon, the world would assume they had been colluding with him all along. Of course, they h