A clash between juniors was one thing. Such fights happened often and were expected at gatherings like this. But a direct confrontation between two great forces was something else entirely. That kind of matter could lead to blood feuds, regional unrest, and consequences lasting for generations.
At the edge of the crystal vessel, Elder Mu remained expressionless. Her silver-blue robes stirred gently in the freezing wind as she looked down at Elder Fan without the slightest fear.
"Your Boundless Martial Palace affairs?" she replied calmly. "This is Heaven Dew Peak's Tea Ceremony, a gathering for the younger generation."
Her voice sharpened, becoming colder and far more forceful.
"It is not your private execution ground."
The surrounding geniuses felt chills run through their bodies.
Even without battle, the clash of words between figures of such status carried immense pressure.
Elder Fan took one heavy step forward. The broken earth beneath him cracked again with a dull rumble.
