His thoughts raced through every possibility he knew.
Equipment malfunction?
No.
Optical illusion?
Impossible.
Digital tampering?
Also unlikely. Only after eliminating every scientific explanation he could think of did one final possibility surface.
"Witchcraft."
The word escaped his lips almost inaudibly.
His crimson eyes narrowed.
But that made even less sense.
The Witch Clan was under his control.
Every one of them was bound to him through a long-standing alliance, and every high-ranking witch capable of performing such magic was someone he personally knew.
So…
Who had done it?
His thoughts came to an abrupt halt.
Unless…
Someone within the Witch Clan had been hiding in plain sight all along.
Watching him.
Waiting.
And choosing this moment to betray him.
As for their reason…
Yun He couldn't have cared less.
What infuriated him wasn't the motive.
It was the audacity.
Someone had dared to touch what belonged to him.
