Li Wei's hand, holding the teacup, paused mid-air. A flicker of astonishment crossed his eyes.
He stared at the series of prompts that had just popped up before his eyes. 'Trace amounts of plant-based toxins? Spirit Enchantment? Chaos Nest?'
'The trace plant-based toxins must be referring to this cup of tea in my hand. And the Spirit Enchantment... could that be the music playing outside?'
Even after everything he had been through, the contrast before him still filled him with a sense of absurd dissonance.
When Anya had mentioned cults, he had imagined some small, tribal organization with only a dozen members, hiding out in the wilderness. But here he was, in a high-end, members-only resort—a place that clearly had tens of millions of USD invested in its decor and offered Cohiba cigars—that was, in reality, a deeply hidden nest of heretical fanatics. And these people were brazenly poisoning and hypnotizing guests with their so-called "welcome drinks" and ambient music?
