The wind blew crisp over the mountain plateau where the Apex Council's summit had been established. Lin Feng stood at the balcony of the main lodge, the sunrise casting long shadows across the modernist wooden structure behind him. It was the third morning of the summit, and though publicly the atmosphere remained one of reform and collaboration, he could feel something shift—subtle, but insistent.
It wasn't intuition. It was the new skill: Crisis Perception.
Like a low-frequency hum in the background of his mind, it vibrated when threats drew near. It did not give details. It did not name culprits. It only told him danger is forming—and Lin Feng trusted it completely.
He turned as Wen Xinya approached, already dressed sharply in a deep blue pantsuit. Her brows were knit with tension.
