948 Something didn't feel right.

Inside a grand room, around a giant table, there sat 10 beings.

9 of these beings had similar features. Their heads were of a Falcon with intimidating eyes and a strong beak, while their bodies resembled humans with adequate muscles that displayed strength. They didn't wear any clothes to cover their upper bodies, they wore a dhoti to cover their legs.

Amongst these 9 Falconkin, there was a Falconkin who sat on the head position of the table, unlike other beings sitting on the table who radiated strong energy that would intimidate most of the beings in the world, he didn't radiate any energy at all.

However, just the dignity he carried himself with was enough to tell others that he was extraordinary.

He was Prima Skythorn.

The City Lord of the Skythorn Falcon City and a Divine Stage Cultivator.

The others sitting at the table were all Saint Stage Cultivators who had the most say in the matters regarding Skythorn Falcon City.

Well, everyone, except for a beautiful black-haired, green-

eyed woman with cat ears on her head. She was the only person who didn't seem to fit in, however, even with that, the calm look on her face was enough to know that she was not even slightly uncomfortable here.

As intimidating and overpowering the other 9 beings sitting beside her may be, the woman knew how to carry herself.

She just breathed calmly and looked into Prima's eyes with a small smile on her face.

She was Willow Feline, Oberon's wife, Felix's mother, and a Saint Stage woman who planned it all.

The other 8 Falconkins snorted. Although they didn't clearly show it, Willow could tell that they didn't want her here. Of course, not that their feelings ever mattered to her. In her eyes, even though these 8 Falconkins were stronger than her, they still weren't worth her attention.

"We have received Felix's Message."

A Peak Saint Stage Falconkin, Sheba, spoke up.

Then, he turned towards Willow and,

must have received it as well, why did you not

"I was about to."

narrowed his eyes when he heard her answer, Willow knew that he didn't

should not make a move right

mean?" Prima narrowed his

we even lost all our connections with the spies we planted. A month later, the City hasn't even started working normally however, they are already choosing the successor and are

Doesn't it feel fishy?"

Willow pointed out.

us about this.

not the sharpest tool in the shed, it might be a trap set up by someone using Felix. All of this is just too

this is a trap, you

looking down

Saint Cultivator, Tazz, spoke as he glanced

intention of hiding anything, I was about to

you going to do

However, I cannot contact

cannot contact half of my subordinates including

Willow replied.

Locking the City was a perfectly logical decision. It is natural that you cannot contact some of your spies, the City Manor must be on high alert right now." Prima

to continue the tradition and select the successor, is there? It is not like Oberon is dying, he still has many centuries left to live, he can name Felix

is he doing that right

Willow questioned.

sends a wrong message to the entire City, and there is a high chance that Oberon has contained this news from the citizens. However, with the City being locked for a month, many citizens must be panicking and started wondering what is

event that could divert

the Successor is a perfect

Prima spoke.

sense? Shouldn't he be more careful right now? The citizens' feeling hardly matters right now. The important

Willow replied.

admit, you

as he looked

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