"More than that," Ye Youlan continued, her voice sharpening. "How dare your people kill an elder of my sect?"
The playful smile that had lingered on her lips vanished, replaced by seething anger that burned in her storm-cloud eyes.
"What? What do you mean?" Xu Canghai stammered, caught off guard.
His posture stiffened, a flicker of unease crossing his stern features.
"You really want to know?" Ye Youlan asked, annoyance lacing every word.
With a flick of her wrist, she summoned the body of her slain sect elder, pale and lifeless, wounds still fresh, from a storage ring.
It hovered in the air, a grim exhibit that drew gasps from the assembled cultivators.
"Do you want me to set up the Time Replay array? I have everything we need," she challenged, gesturing at the elder's corpse, her qi slowly building like a gathering storm.
"What's going on?" Shen Tianjin demanded, rubbing her temples as a growing headache throbbed behind her eyes.
