Family Head Marcus took several steps forward and positioned himself directly alongside Mr. Yun. His face had transformed into an expression of malicious threat as he swept his cold gaze across Sir Collins, Madam Violet, and the other expedition members who hadn't participated in their original agreement.
When Marcus spoke, his voice carried an edge of barely controlled violence:
"What exactly is your intention here, Fellow Cultivator Collins? State your purpose clearly. Are you and your allies planning to renege on the agreement we all made before entering this ruin?"
The tension in the room ratcheted upward dramatically. Spiritual energy began to gather around both sides as cultivators prepared for potential combat.
Vogue remained perfectly still, his expression carefully neutral. He made no move to support either faction, simply observing the developing situation with cold, analytical detachment.
'Let them fight. That only makes my escape easier.'
