Vryss'laar paused, surprised. "Are you saying we should only inform those two human cultivators?"
Gor'kan nodded. "Exactly. Those two have a special connection with the Young Lord, and I'm confident that there's a 90% chance they mean no harm. However, the remaining 10% uncertainty lies with their sect. If we leave the decision in their hands, it may reveal their true intentions."
"Who should go deliver the message?" Zhar'khaen asked, her brows furrowing as she saw the two men already leaning toward a decision.
Gor'kan and Vryss'laar both turned their gaze to her. "Who else but you? Neither of us has battlefield experience with the devils, but you do."
"Fine," Zhar'khaensighed, resigning himself to the task.
"Take this Breath Concealing Pearl with you," Gor'kan said, handing him the only one he had.
"I don't need it. Keep it here for yourselves or give it to the Young Lord when they emerge," Zhar'khaen refused immediately.