Jared gave a single nod, his gaze resting on the token and jade slip. His tone was steady—almost casual.

“They won’t find a trace. The next move is Quentin.”

“Quentin?” The name slipped from Lyza before she could stop herself, edged with instinctive dread.

“He’s not like the Turners, Senior,” she said quickly. “He serves as Grand Chamberlain in the city lord’s mansion—at the very core of every barrier.”

“His cultivation is already at High Immortal Realm, Level Five. And he weaves formations and wards like breathing. He’s suspicious. Cautious. There won’t be an opening like before.”

Jared raised a hand, cutting her off.

“Precisely because he understands formations, he may also know what Jade Immortal Manor—and those celestials—are hiding. Elder Musa’s true cause of death may be locked in his mind. Capturing him and extracting the truth matters more than killing him.”