"You—" Huo Zun was so angry he couldn't get a word out. He had thought he and Li Changmei were like-minded, but he never expected the other to do something so disgraceful.
He stormed off, but as he turned a corner, he bumped into Lu Chang'sheng.
"Fellow Daoist Lu, why are you here too?"
Huo Zun's heart lifted a bit, feeling as if he'd found someone to rely on.
"Fellow Daoist Lu—no, Elder Lu, you came at the perfect time. You heard what happened just now, right? That guy's a traitor. We can't let someone like that off easy. If he wants to leave White Cloud Pavilion, make him spit back everything he's ever taken from us."
Even if it's not quite an Immortal Sect, orthodox forces like this all make people sign Spirit Contracts. It's a way to guarantee the sect some protection.
It keeps some people from feeding off the sect and then bolting the moment there's trouble.
