Faced with Beichen Xinghe's interrogation, Grand Elder Fang showed no signs of weakness. Instead, he challenged him right back.
The sharp, confrontational exchange filled the air with an explosive tension.
"Heh," Beichen Xinghe sneered. "A disciple of your Lingyun Sect murdered someone, and you think you're in the right?"
"Beichen Xinghe, enough talk," Grand Elder Fang said. "For millennia, the rule in the Southern Wilderness Martial Arts World has been that peers can compete against one another. It is how the sects temper their successors. Now that someone from your Beiming Sword Sect has fallen, you want to interfere? Are you trying to break this rule?"
"If your Beiming Sword Sect wishes to break this rule, my Lingyun Sect doesn't mind seeing this through to the end," Grand Elder Fang said, his tone unyielding.
"And how will you do that?" Beichen Xinghe asked coldly.
Even he was surprised by the Lingyun Sect's unyielding stance.
