Shut Up

"Elder Yong'an, return at once! The Heavenly Fire Red Lotus Pearl of Golden Crow Mountain has been stolen, and suspicion points to your disciple Gu Sheng! The Second Elder orders you to return within half a day, or you will be punished as a traitor to the sect!"

"What?!"

Daoist Yong'an felt as though he had been struck by lightning, and the longsword in his hand let out a mournful hum.

"Gu Sheng. How dare you..."

Violent sword qi erupted beyond his control, instantly leveling the mountain forest within a thousand meters.

Daoist Yong'an's face turned ashen. He spun around, transformed into a sword rainbow, and shot toward Qinghe Holy Land.

Meanwhile, in another direction.

Daoist Luomu was traveling through the clouds with his disciple, Hong Yun.

Suddenly, the transmission talisman in his sleeve trembled. After hearing its message, the sinister-faced elder actually revealed an eerie smile.

"Master?"

Hong Yun asked in confusion.

"Have they found that traitor Gu Sheng?"

Daoist Luomu put away the transmission talisman and gave a dark chuckle.

"It's far more interesting than that. Come, return to the Holy Land. Your master will take you to watch a fine show."

Qinghe Holy Land, Golden Crow Peak.

Daoist Luomu stood with his hands behind his back in the center of the council hall, his green daoist robe fluttering despite the absence of wind.

He swept his gaze across the twelve jade pillars carved with coiling dragons. Each pillar bore the achievements of Qinghe Holy Land's past Holy Masters, yet at this moment, they seemed to be silently mocking their incompetence.

"Everyone."

Daoist Luomu's voice rang like clashing metal.

"That thief managed to steal the Heavenly Fire Red Lotus Pearl right under our noses. It was no coincidence."

The Second Elder, Xuan Mingzi, sat upright in a rosewood