Elder Boran stared at him. "You are asking us to put you in charge of purging the faction that tried to kill you."
"I am asking you to put justice in charge," Lin Tian corrected, his tone neutral. "I have no old grudges against the rank-and-file disciples. Only against the corruption that ordered my death. Let me root it out. Fully. Publicly. Let every disciple see that the sect cleans its own house."
He could see the calculation in their eyes. It was a brilliant move from their perspective. It would channel his obvious ambition and lethality into a useful, controlled channel. It would make him the public face of a difficult and dirty job, absorbing the hatred and blame. And it would bind him even tighter to the Council's authority.
