"I went to summon the grand-uncle back, but... he still did not see me."
After a steward reported in a low voice, the room fell silent. With another nod, he left.
In the quiet, it was the raspy voice of the elder that spoke first, "I have long wondered how the highest-ranked senior in our Sect manages to disappear from affairs like a ghost."
"This means," Master Shaosheng spoke softly after a while, "that the Sect Leader should resolve the troubles they have caused on their own."
The courtyard had been completely cleared out, leaving only a few people in the Enforcement Hall. A dim candle flickered in the room, but all remained outside the range of its flickering light.
"Since the founding of Kongtong, the disparate and unorganized nature of each peak's swordsmanship has always been a shackle hindering our Sect's progress." The elder, who had been the first cleared of suspicion by Wudong, spoke softly, unraveling the unspoken secrets one by one.
