Back at the Dust Valley Sect's hotel, the elders sat in uneasy silence, their faces clouded with various emotions.
Tonight had been nothing short of a storm, one that none of them had been prepared for.
At first, Zhao Tian had come running in a panic, demanding to see the Young Master.
They thought that would be the end of the night's chaos, yet, before they could even catch their breath, numerous clan masters and hall leaders had arrived one after another, each requesting an audience.
The night had turned into endless shocks, each greater than the last.
"I don't know if this is good or bad for our sect…" Elder Duan Jie muttered as she shook her head.
"You're right," Elder Han Gang said with a grave nod, his brows furrowing deeply. "I can sense a conspiracy surrounding our sect from a mile away."
The other elders did not speak, but their grim faces said it all.
Tomorrow marked the final day of the great competition.
