In the past, Yun Lintian, though prideful, lacked the eloquence he displayed now. This newfound confidence even allowed him to confront Yun Qinghong and Yun Long without flinching.
Yun Long's face flushed with anger. He rose to his feet, his hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of his sword. But before he could speak, Yun Wuhan slammed his hand on the table, the sound echoing through the hall like a thunderclap.
"Enough!" he roared, his voice filled with barely suppressed rage. "This is a council meeting, not a playground for childish squabbles."
He glared at Yun Long, his eyes blazing with fury. "Sit down. Your insolence will not be tolerated."
Yun Long, cowed by the patriarch's wrath, reluctantly sank back into his chair. But the venomous glare he directed at Yun Lintian spoke volumes.
