The assassination attempt had failed. But Mu Qingfeng was not a man who accepted failure.
If Tianming could not be removed in the shadows, then he would be dragged into the light.
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The next day
Tianming stood before the massive Council Halls of White Eagle sect, its golden doors carved with ancient sigils of power. A hundred disciples gathered, whispering.
Why had he been summoned?
At the top of the grand steps, Elder Yan, the highest-ranking elder of crimson dragon sect , sat with a solemn expression, among the other esteemed elders of whote eagle sect. Beside him stood Mu Qingfeng, his face carefully neutral—but his eyes gleamed with triumph.
Tianming's instincts screamed trap.
"Li Tianming," Elder Yan's voice echoed, "you are called before the elders today because serious concerns have been raised about your recent actions that Crimson Dragon sect can no longer ignore"