"What did you say?"
A Peak Elder suddenly rose to his feet, his eyes wide.
"Elder Lotus, I—."
"Forget it! Bring me to the gate now!"
Elder Lotus had been distraught over the loss of his disciples for weeks now. The Demon Chosen had been on his Peak, and yet he had managed to escape. That left him rocked with guilt, especially since he had an inkling as to why the Elder Council had chosen to do things the way they had.
Those poor disciples were nothing more than bait and trackers to lure out a monster, and he had let it happen.
They had lost many good disciples that day. Sure, they had all just been Outer Disciples, and the Sect probably thought that most of them were insignificant, but they were under his charge and he had always taken that seriously.
He was known as the strict Elder of the Peak, but he had always taken it as his pride to be fair.
