Mo Yan's twenty disciples stood present in the council hall,
Silent yet powerful in their presence.
Their robes bore the sigils of four united clans
And their jeweled circlets reflected unwavering loyalty.
When the talisman was removed from Wui Guan's back,
She took a step forward.
Straight toward Yu Sui.
But once again
Mo Yan stepped between them.
Unflinching.
Unshaken.
His gaze cold as the northern frost.
Wui Guan's eyes flicked to the side
And finally fell upon the twenty disciples.
Their attire.
Their insignias.
Their presence.
She understood.
She was surrounded.
And betrayed by everything she thought she controlled.
Her fists clenched, but she said nothing.
Then, the Wise Elder stepped forward.
His voice calm, respectful, and heavy with finality.
"Your Majesty," he addressed Mo Yan with deep reverence.
"What would you have us do regarding this matter?"
Mo Yan did not pause.
His voice rang like a bell that shattered centuries of silence.
"From this moment on
Xuemo Sect, Liuguang Sect, Fuzi Xion Clan, and Linyan Clan
Sever all ties with the Ming Jing Men Sect."
"Completely and permanently."
The words were law.
No debates.
No room for questions.
Mo Yan then turned his eyes toward the guards and added with finality
"Escort them out."
Wui Guan stood frozen.
Her pride, once towering, now crumbled.
There was nothing left to say.
And yet
Her eyes said everything.
"This… is not over."