In a spacious land, stood tall buildings and a street bustling with life. But one noticeable thing was that this space wasn't just a city.... It was an actual clan. From the patterns on the robes of the people present, it wasn't difficult to guess that it was most likely a clan.
One could easily imagine how powerful a clan must be to possess such a vast territory as its domain.
Going deeper into this spacious land, one would notice it was divided into two sections: the outer and the inner section.
Unfortunately, unknown to most people in this clan, tension was brewing at a terrifying rate within this powerful organization. It seemed it might even lead to something unexpected.
At this very moment, in a spacious court, the higher officials of the clan could be seen gathered with solemn expressions on their faces.
A middle-aged man sat before them, when suddenly, he slammed the armrest of his throne, shattering it into dust. From his twisted face, one could imagine the fury burning inside him.
His eyes were scarlet as his gaze descended upon an elder; no, upon the young man standing behind this elder. At this moment, his eyes were filled with pure hatred and wrath.
If anyone were faced by such a gaze, It would cause one to feel a chill, just from the sight of it.
"Clan Leader…" the elder in front of the young man said, his gaze filled with caution. "Please show mercy" don't act rashly. He is the future of our Sparta Clan."
"Who are you to tell me what to do?" the middle-aged man snapped in disdain. He rushed forward like a panther after its prey, when suddenly a voice echoed through the surroundings.
"Stop!"
It was just one word, but it caused the furious middle-aged man to halt instantly as three figures suddenly appeared before him, attempting to stop him.
"Grand Elders, are you trying to stop me?" he asked in a questioning tone, his face extremely gloomy.
"Clan Leader, we are only stopping you from making rash decisions. Think about the future of the clan. He already explained that it was an accident that happened when he was having a flight with Little J, which led to his death. He would never kill his own cousin. Do you really think he did?" a hunchbacked old man said.
"Unfortunately, Little J would have survived if he had even a bit of cultivation. But he didn't have a speck of spirit energy in his body. How did you expect him to survive falling from such a high altitude, huh?" the old man added.
"Think it over carefully," the hunchbacked old man continued.
"We might be powerful now, but what about the future? After you step down, we'll need powerful youngsters like Little Bridge for the next generation of our Sparta Clan," another old man added. He was obviously one of the three Grand Elders confronting the Clan Leader.
The third Grand Elder among the group remained silent. He seemed to be the youngest of the three on the surface, but everyone here knew the truth—he was older than the two old men who had just spoken, even though he had the appearance of a middle-aged man.
Hearing their words, the middle-aged Clan Leader came to a halt. His expression eased slightly, but his rage was still apparent.
Good… Good! he thought. What a good clan I have. What a good clan. My son was killed, and it's for the clan's future. Haha, amazing. What a statement.
He didn't believe their well-told story for a second. His son would never risk his life on a flying sword—he wouldn't even agree to ride one. Although he sounded calm, one could sense the fury contained in his voice.
I, Odegard Sparta, am not worthy of being a father if I don't seek revenge for my son!
Obviously, he didn't say this out loud.
In reality, he only glanced coldly at the three Grand Elders and the other elders in the vicinity, deliberately meeting the gaze of everyone present in the room. Then, he walked out of the court in a fit of rage.
After his departure, everything turned silent as the elders who had been watching the scene heaved a sigh of relief.
They really had nothing to say about this issue—it was beyond the situation they could handle. After all, this concerned the Clan Leader's only son. How could they reason with him? At this moment, they all felt guilty, but that wasn't enough to change their point of view.
"Sigh…"
"I really feel embarrassed facing him. After all the sacrifices he has made for the clan, this is how we repay him. What a pity… what a pity," the hunchbacked old man said repeatedly.
"It's truly a pity, Old Back. Sigh…" the other Grand Elder, who seemed to have one foot in the grave, said.
"Don't feel regretful, Grand Elders. All we did was for the greater good," an ordinary elder chimed in.
"All in all, it's the work of fate. Sigh… How could such a talented and powerful man as him give birth to such trash?" the hunchbacked old man—also known as Old Back—muttered under his breath. Yet everyone in the court still heard him. They could only shake their heads; they too found it a cruel twist of fate.
"Enough," the Grand Elder who had been silent all this while said sharply, a deep frown etched on his features. "We should focus on the real issue now. I don't think he's going to give in so easily."
He turned to look at the young man who had almost been killed. "Bridge?"
"Yes, Elder Zoro," the young man replied as he took a step forward. From his features, one would notice he was the young man who murdered his cousin and also the son of the current Clan Leader.
**His name is Bridge Sparta.**
"I want you not to leave your father's side for the next few months," Elder Zoro said with a grave expression.
"Yes, Elder Zoro. I will listen to you."
"Good, good," Elder Zoro said, nodding in satisfaction. He was very pleased with this lad, Bridge was humble even though he was a genius, he liked that.
If only he knew that behind that amiable face was a black-hearted and ruthless asura who could do anything for his own benefit, not sparing even his own cousin, he would never have had such a thought.