Jade Goddess of the Sword, Part VI
No one spoke for several moments. Wu Meiying didn’t blame them. Hearing that a disaster was looming over them would cause anyone to freeze.
She glanced around the room, noticing the looks being directed her way. They obviously knew she was the reason this meeting had been called. No doubt, these people wanted to know what she had seen.
“What kind of disaster is going to befall us?” asked an old man. He had no hair. His shiny bald head reminded Wu Meiying of a cueball. He had squinty eyes like a fox, a long beard, and drooping eyebrows. His name was Jiànkè He, and he was the head elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect.
“It seems someone wants to stir up trouble in the Shang Kingdom. To keep our eyes off their activities, they have enlisted the help of someone to enact a wide-scale ritual that will attract magical beasts from the Da Continent,” Zhe Dāozhe said.
Several people sucked in a breath, though it was hard to tell who.