Lu Yuechan's Dojo.
True Lord Yunhe sat in the seat of honor. Lu Yuechan and the two Venerables of the Lu Family sat respectfully below him, all wearing grim expressions.
"How are things with Fang Mo?"
True Lord Yunhe asked calmly.
Hatred flashed in Lu Yuechan's eyes. "Fang Mo went into seclusion as soon as he returned to his dojo. But now, every peak has sent envoys bearing congratulatory gifts, and many Venerables have sent people to congratulate him as well!"
"Too many fair-weather friends!"
The Withered Wood Venerable's bark-like face was clouded with gloom.
True Lord Yunhe raised a hand to stop them both. "You can say such things here, but don't repeat them outside. Yuechan, pick out some gifts and pay him a visit too!"
"Why? Ancestor, are we really supposed to bow our heads to him?" Lu Yuechan nearly sprang to her feet. She would have, if she hadn't been standing before True Lord Yunhe.
Yunhe cast him a cool glance. "The Sect Master and the Heavenly Venerates have acknowledged him. No one can shake his position now. We may have our disputes, but those are internal matters. Fang Mo's power is already established, so there's no need for any more pointless moves!"
"Ancestor, I can't accept this!"
Lu Yuechan gritted her teeth, her gaze full of resentment. "He killed Yuan Chu. Are we not going to avenge him? We're even supposed to grovel before Fang Mo? Our Lu Family's dignity will be trampled into the dirt. Who in the sect will still take our family seriously?"
"Impudent!"
True Lord Yunhe lifted his eyes slightly, and a cold glint flashed from them. In an instant, a mountain-like pressure filled the hall. Lu Yuechan was jolted two steps backward, and the other two immediately paled.
The Withered Wood