The Violet Spring Sect was in turmoil.
Word spread fast—faster than wildfire. Two inner court disciples had returned in disgrace, battered and broken. One was missing an arm. And the culprit? Not a rogue cultivator. Not a magical beast.
A transmigrator...
A so-called guest of Elder Mo.
A flurry of urgent messages were passed between the elders of the sect, and a summons was issued.
Elder Mo, respected but often isolated in his dealings, was called into a closed-door meeting within the sect's Grand Pavilion. He stepped into the tall, circular chamber where the remaining elders and the assistant sect master awaited while seated in a half-circle.
The assistant sect master, a slim man with a commanding presence and a jade staff, did not bother with pleasantries.
"Elder Mo," he began sharply, "it has come to our attention that the one granted access to core disciple privileges under your authority is responsible for maiming Inner Disciple Huo Lian and injuring Zhan Kui."
