He then added, "We cannot let them outmaneuver us. Summon our best scouts and illusion specialists. Send them to monitor every major route the Golden Lions might use. If there's an artifact, a secret realm, or a prodigy they're hunting, we must not lose sight of it."
The silver-haired subordinate bowed deeply. "Yes, Patriarch. I will assemble all relevant reports and cross-reference them immediately. We will leave no stone unturned."
A heavy silence followed his order. Outside, a gust of wind howled across the obsidian steps, carrying the chill of the mountain mists into the great hall. The jade statue loomed overhead, eyes glinting in the firelight as though silently urging the clan onward.
The patriarch raised his hand. "Go. Prepare for whatever the Golden Lions intend. Whether this is merely a show or the precursor to a grand upheaval, we will be ready."