As Elder Xue observed the unfolding battle between Lucavion and Lira, her expression remained impassive, but inwardly, a storm brewed. Every move he made, every word he uttered, unraveled secrets the sect had spent decades burying. She sat rigid in her seat, her hands gripping the armrests tightly as Lucavion taunted Lira, his words piercing through the veil of the sect's carefully cultivated image.
When he spoke of their poisons, of their methods, the crowd's murmurs grew louder. Accusatory whispers rippled like wildfire, and for the first time, Elder Xue felt the weight of those words crashing against the sect's reputation.
"How does he know this much?" she thought, her mind racing. "Who is he?"
