Someone murmured in disbelief, "He… he's renaming the sect?"
Vikram's tone turned sharp.
"Do you all understand?"
The words rang with authority, the kind born of blood and war.
The disciples, caught between pride and fear, quickly dropped to one knee in unison.
"YES, ELDER! EVEN ON OUR DEAD BODIES, WE WILL OBEY! FROM TODAY ONWARD, WE ARE THE HEAVENLY JUSTICE!"
The roar echoed through the massive hall like a storm breaking across a valley.
Vikram Das nodded slowly, satisfaction flickering in his eyes beneath the lion mask.
"Good… From this day forward, you are no longer a hidden sect of beggars. You are the guardians of this city. Each of you will be assigned duties—public order, intelligence, protection, spiritual patrolling. And in return… you will be rewarded. And most importantly you will receive cultivation improving pills as reward."
Gasps escaped from many mouths.
"Cultivation pills?"
