Seven people dead in a single night?!
And they were the elite among elite disciples of the sects?
Is this the collapse of morality? Or the distortion of human nature?
Others might not know, but the people of the Starlight Sect were surely fuming.
At the Alliance headquarters.
*BANG BANG BANG!*
"Mr. Qin!! You must uphold justice for us!!"
"The damned Mystic Wind Pavilion murdered seven—seven of our most promising disciples!!"
The sect master of the Starlight Sect slammed the table in agitation, his entire body trembling as he wailed at Qin Luo, whose face was etched with gravity.
He knew there was no hope in seeking help elsewhere—only the headquarters could deliver justice.
Alongside him, representatives from sects allied with the Starlight Sect had also gathered.
Ouyang Xuan stood to the side, attempting to soothe the crowd’s emotions.
Internally, he was muttering to himself:
*Please tell me last night’s deeds haven’t been uncovered…*
Qin Luo, meanwhile, furrowed his brows, his expression a perfect blend of shock, confusion, anger, sorrow, and solemnity.
He raised a hand, gesturing for the sect master to calm down: "Master Qing, please, this matter is utterly horrifying. The Alliance will not stand idly by."
"But... is the evidence conclusive?"
The sect master paced in frustration, flicking his sleeve. "How could it not be? Disciples saw with their own eyes—Huang Feng of the Mystic Wind Pavilion barged into their quarters, using techniques unique to her sect! My disciples..."
His voice cracked. "Each one brimming with unparalleled talent, gone just like that! Mr. Qin, you must deliver justice for us!"
"We live in a civilized society now!"
*A civilized society...*
Su Muwan, seated beside Qin Luo, blinked slowly.
*How strange it sounds coming from your mouths.*
*Has it really been so little time, and you’ve already accepted this era as your own?*
Qin Luo stood and approached the sect master, patting his back reassuringly. "Master Qing, please accept our condolences. The actions of the Mystic Wind Pavilion are truly despicable. If the investigation confirms the truth, we will ensure the Starlight Sect receives due justice."
As soon as he finished speaking—
"Justice?!"
"Don’t make me laugh!"
Huang Feng of the Mystic Wind Pavilion shot up from her seat, slamming the table. She pointed an accusing finger at the sect master and snarled, "I was in secluded cultivation last night! How could I possibly have had time to slaughter your disciples? This is slander—a blatant smear against my Mystic Wind Pavilion!"
Her face flushed crimson with rage, her white hair trembling faintly as indignation burned in her eyes.
*This is outrageous!*
*Even back in the Xuantian Realm, the Starlight Sect was always at odds with us!*
*And now, barely settled in this modern world, they’re already framing us?!*
The sect master, equally incensed, stepped forward until they were nose to nose. "My disciples saw it with their own eyes! How could it be false? Your Mystic Wind Pavilion has always coveted our resources—now you’ve struck under the cover of darkness! Don’t think you can weasel your way out of this!"
Huang Feng’s fury surged. This was clearly a setup!
Old grudges flared anew as she roared, "Qing Feng, you old fool! Tens of thousands of years ago, you slaughtered my disciples! Now, in this life, your disciples’ deaths are nothing but karma!"
"You brought this upon yourself!"
*BOOM!*
The sect master trembled violently. "So you admit it?! You’re confessing to murdering my disciples?!"
"Bullshit! I never said that!!"
Huang Feng’s hair billowed as torrents of spiritual energy erupted from her body.
She glared daggers at the sect master. "Fine! Let’s settle old and new scores together!"
Qing Feng’s body shimmered with starlight as he met her gaze. "You’re digging your own grave, you old hag!"
A gale howled through the chamber—
Then, in an instant—
"Silence."
A cool, composed voice cut through the chaos. Those two words carried an inexplicable, overwhelming authority.
The raging winds froze midair, as if seized by an invisible hand. The surging spiritual energy dissipated into nothingness.
The entire room fell deathly quiet. Everyone turned as one, as though struck by a paralysis spell, their gazes locking onto the speaker.
*Who... is this?*
The sect master and Huang Feng were stunned, their hostility evaporating instantly.
They could only gape at Su Muwan, their minds blank.
*Why does she look so... familiar?*
Qin Luo stepped forward smoothly, smiling as he introduced her. "This is my young mistress, Su Muwan."
"She takes this matter very seriously and will assist the Alliance in its investigation."
His words sent murmurs rippling through the crowd.
Their eyes lingered on Su Muwan, suspicion deepening—
For Qin Luo to introduce her with such reverence, even addressing her as "young mistress"...
*Could she be the elusive leader behind the Alliance?*
And with just two words, she had effortlessly neutralized the clash between two powerhouses.
*Just how strong is she?*
Most unsettling of all—why did she look so... *terrifyingly familiar?*
Su Muwan remained composed, her gaze sweeping over the assembly before she gave a slight nod in greeting.
Her voice, clear and melodious, carried an undeniable weight: "This bickering serves no purpose but to deepen animosity. It brings us no closer to the truth."
"Right now, our priority should be gathering evidence—not venting personal grudges."
Her words struck a chord, and the crowd found themselves nodding involuntarily.
Huang Feng was the first to regain her composure. Clearing her throat, she suppressed her lingering shock. "Miss Su is right. I... acted impulsively."
The sect master grunted, turning his head away, but his silence was concession enough.
Seizing the moment, Qin Luo turned to the sect master. "Master Qing, do you recall the small recording device the Alliance installed in your sect’s main hall?"
*A recording device...*
The sect master frowned before nodding in realization. "Ah, yes. Little Fei mentioned it—something called a... *monitor*?"
"A surveillance camera," Qin Luo corrected. Under the curious stares of the crowd, he continued, "Given how commonplace they are in this era, the Alliance provided them free of charge."
He tilted his head slightly. "I believe we explained its function when it was installed, Master Qing?"
"Ah..." Qing Feng scratched his head awkwardly. "Too many things to remember these days... I didn’t quite grasp it. So... this thing can help us find the killer?"
"Precisely," Qin Luo affirmed. "You can review last night’s footage."
"That will reveal the true culprit."
"The feed should be accessible on your phone."
Nodding, the sect master pulled out his device.
The sharp-eyed among them noticed the flashy phone case adorned with a qilin design.
"Little Fei says this is called... *trendy*. Yeah, *trendy*..."
Qing Feng forced an awkward smile as he opened an app on his phone.
A crowd quickly gathered around him, eager to see who was shown on the screen.
Huang Feng, standing nearby, rolled her eyes when she noticed even the sect master of Starlight Sect had fallen under the spell of the smartphone.
*Tch. Looks like the Starlight Sect is done for.*
*Corrupted by modern civilization to this extent.*
She glanced coldly at the huddled group and sneered, "Well? Convinced now that this old woman isn’t the killer?"
When no one responded, she frowned and edged closer out of curiosity. "Let me see just who’s framing me—"
**[The sect master of Starlight Sect murdered my disciple! Today, this old man will paint this place in blood!!]**
Huang Feng: "......"
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