"And why you?" a sect patriarch asked. "You are strong and talented, yes, but there are countless strong cultivators with talent like you."
Lin Mu did not hesitate. "I have destroyed things that should not exist. Evil inheritances. Corrupted beings. Entities that fed on worlds. Those behind them were bound to notice."
A low growl passed through the chamber.
"So it is retaliation," an old woman with silver eyes said. "They dare call this 'their' justice."
Xiong Tian rose slowly to his feet.
"They have not only offended you," he said, his voice carrying weight that pressed down on everyone present. "They have offended all of us."
His gaze swept the hall.
"They dared to act under our watch. During our tournament. Against guests under our protection."
His fist clenched.
"This is no longer a personal matter."
One by one, others stood.
