"Are you certain this information is reliable?" An old man's voice, weathered by millenia of experience, was tinged with skepticism as he narrowed his eyes at a younger cultivator.
His tone was calm but carried the weight of someone not easily swayed.
"Yes, Great Elder," the younger cultivator replied confidently, though there was a flicker of unease in his eyes. "I've verified it from ten different sources. Even I had trouble believing it, but the evidence is overwhelming."
The Great Elder, his wrinkled hands clasped behind his back, let out a long, measured breath. His gaze drifted out toward the distant mountains, where the towering peaks seemed to scrape the heavens themselves.
He had lived long enough to know that when something sounded too improbable, it usually hid something even more dangerous.
"I see," he finally said, his voice heavy with contemplation. The implications of this information were not something to take lightly.