Amidst the dense clouds over Jinyin City, the Xuanqing Sect, at the center of the storm, was engulfed in a greater blow.
In the meeting room, Long Zaitian, Shaoxing, Chiang Yu, and several veteran members of the Xuanqing Sect sat in silent stillness, without a word spoken.
Chiang Yu slowly fanned himself with the feather fan, his restrained gaze subtly sweeping over those around him, with an inscrutable expression.
"We underestimated An Yiqing!" Uncle Zhong, a veteran elder, sighed deeply, casting an obscure glance at Shao Xing. He had joined the Xuanqing Sect during the era of the previous Old Sect Leader and had witnessed every rise and fall within the sect. The current Sect Leader, Long Zaitian, was ruthless. Though he was competent, his downfall lay in his suspicious nature. Ten years ago, he was indebted to the Shao Brothers for saving his life and took them in as adopted sons, which led him down an even more violent path of bloodshed.
