Elder Zhen disregarded the respectful bows of those around him, his gaze steely as it bore into Alex with an intensity that could only signal anger.
His usual jovial demeanor, which Alex had come to know well, had vanished. In its place, darkness had taken over his face as if it were shrouded by the blackest night.
Then, Elder Zhen turned his attention to the inner sect disciples. A stern, admonishing tone filled his words, bringing a chill to the air. "Considering your status as an inner sect disciple, I anticipated better behavior from you," he said, his voice echoing with disappointment. "Engaging in idle chatter with a junior is one thing, but to even contemplate a fight? Had I not arrived when I did, who knows what would have happened?" His reprimand was strict and unyielding.
