C219 The Real Culprit

The hall fell into an eerie silence.

Eyes widened as they took in the shattered remains of the massive iron bell, a collective twitch running through the crowd.

Wai Lizhi, in particular, felt a chill creep up his spine as his eyes bulged in disbelief.

The bell, crafted from a material second only to diamond in hardness and secretly tampered with by him