The courtyard was frozen in silence. Every servant, elder, and disciple stared at Wei Ji as if they had misheard him. His words hung in the air like thunder that refused to fade.
"So what?"
It was madness to say such a thing before a representative of the Sword Shandian Sect, one of the most powerful factions in the mortal realm. No one dared breathe. Then, slowly, whispers began to crawl through the crowd.
"Did he really just say that?"
"He said it. I heard him clearly."
"Is he insane? That's the Sword Shandian Sect!"
"He'll bring ruin to the family!"
"No, maybe he has someone behind him… no normal person would talk like that!"
The noise grew louder, blending into an anxious hum. Eyes darted between Wei Ji and the Sword Shandian Sect representative, a tall man in dark blue robes whose face twitched with disbelief. His eyes narrowed, filled with cold authority.
