"Are you saying that the new disciple from the Holy Dragon Sect, Chu Feng, injured you? And killed several others?"
In the crowd, an elder stared at the Holy Dragon Sect and spoke to the disciple from the Law Enforcement Hall who had fled earlier.
"Deputy Hall Master, yes, it was them. We were just conducting a routine inquiry, but Chu Feng became furious on the spot, and attacked, killing several junior brothers. Qing Meng from the Holy Dragon Sect was also present and did not intervene, even saying that we must give them an explanation, otherwise..."
The disciple's voice abruptly stopped.
The Deputy Hall Master was an old man with gray hair. His eyes were sharp, conveying a sense of arrogance. Among the group, he stood as their central figure, holding a high position.
Upon hearing the disciple's words, the Deputy Hall Master's face darkened.
"Otherwise, what?"
"I dare not say."
The disciple whispered.
"Speak when I'm telling you to speak."
