The woman in the aqua dress, addressed as Sister, paused for a moment, her piercing blue eyes reflecting the dim light of the hospital room.
"I haven't met him personally, so I can't draw a definitive conclusion," she said, her voice smooth and melodic, contrasting sharply with the violence of the conversation. "However, I agree with your assessment. A person doesn't just wake up one day as a Martial Cultivator. He must have a powerful sect backing him. The skills Number Four described—invisible blades, stealing weapons, purple energy beams—are high-level techniques. They aren't something a rogue cultivator picks up on the street."
Matt Marsh nodded in agreement, his granite face grim. "Exactly. If Frank Yates truly has a major sect behind him, killing him would be akin to declaring war
