"Morvyn Newman?"
Halvyr Briggs looked at the half piece of the compass in front of him, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.
He reached out to take the compass, gently caressing the old patterns on it with his hand.
This compass was clearly a magical treasure, but it seemed to have been cut in half by a sharp blade, turning it into a piece of junk.
Halvyr Briggs remained silent for a while before he finally spoke, "What do you want to do?"
Lorvian Randall cupped his hands and said, "I dare to ask, when the elder passed the position of the Sect Hierarch to the current leader, was it done under compulsion, having been deceived?"
"Yes."
Halvyr Briggs sighed, "I failed to see his true nature and was tricked, it's nobody else's fault."
Lorvian Randall asked in confusion, "Since you were harmed, why haven't you exposed the truth after all these years?"
