Lu Yuechan's dojo.
True Lord Yunhe sat in the seat of honor. Lu Yuechan and the Lu Family's two Venerables sat respectfully below him, all of them looking rather grim.
"How is the situation on Fang Mo's side?"
True Lord Yunhe asked calmly.
Hatred flashed through Lu Yuechan's eyes. "After Fang Mo returned to his dojo, he went straight into seclusion. However, every peak has now sent envoys bearing congratulatory gifts, and quite a few Venerables have also sent people to offer their congratulations!"
"There are many who curry favor with the powerful!"
Gloom covered Venerable Withered Wood's bark-like face.
True Lord Yunhe raised a hand, stopping the two of them. "It is enough to say such things here. Do not speak of them outside. Yuechan, select some gifts and make a trip there as well."
"Why? Ancestor, are we supposed to bow our heads to him?" Lu Yuechan nearly jumped up, if not for the fact that she was before True Lord Yunhe.
Yunhe swept her with an indifferent glance. "The Sect Master and the Heavenly Venerables acknowledge him. No one can shake his position now. Though we have our conflicts, those are internal sect disputes. Fang Mo's momentum has already taken shape, so there is no need for any more needless actions!"
"Ancestor, I cannot accept this!"
Lu Yuechan nearly crushed her teeth, her eyes full of hatred. "He killed Yuan Chu. Are we not taking revenge? And we must still bow and scrape before him? The Lu Family's dignity will be trampled into the dirt. Who in the sect will still hold our Lu Family in regard?"
"Insolence!"
True Lord Yunhe slightly raised his eyes, cold light bursting forth. In an instant, a mountain-like pressure descended upon the great hall. Lu Yuechan was shaken back two steps,