The imperial cultivator fell silent.
He knew the man was right.
They had come here under direct orders to observe the ruin and ensure the safety of the imperial expedition. But the situation had already slipped beyond their control.
Even if they suspected something, they had no way to prove it. And here, surrounded by so many factions and powerful figures, the empire's authority alone was not enough to enforce its will.
After a few moments of thought, the old man slowly reached a conclusion.
If the prince had disappeared during the collapse of the ruin, then it would be simple enough to say the ruin had claimed his life. At least for now.
Once the empire conducted its own investigation later, the truth could still be uncovered.
Having reached his decision, the imperial cultivator lifted his head again.
His expression remained firm as he looked at Princess Priscilla.
"My lady," he said calmly.
"This matter is far from over."
His voice carried clearly across the clearing.
