The Peak Head trembled violently as blood tears flowed from his eyes.
"My peak is gone…"
"Out inheritance…"
The Second Lung Peak Head also looked murderous.
The two brothers stared at Hong Yao like they wanted to tear him apart.
Hong Yura was dragged in soon after.
He arrived confused.
Then saw the hall.
The recordings.
Hong Yao kneeling.
His face lost all color.
The Patriarch pressed him down too.
Now both disciples knelt.
The investigations continued.
Days passed.
Then a week.
And the deeper they dug…
The worse it became.
Han Yu had prepared well.
Too well.
Every clue led to another clue.
Every clue led to the two.
Some disciples said Hong Yao had asked them to move documents. Others said Hong Yura asked them to transfer personnel. Several elders remembered being asked to approve harmless requests.
Nothing seemed strange alone.
But together… It became a conspiracy.
The entire sect watched in disbelief.
Even High Elder Zhongli slowly lost color.
