The crossbows fired relentlessly, but to Lin Yongdao, it felt like shooting at cotton.
In that moment, everyone felt the calm before the storm.
"Elder Wen…"
Ping Miaoxuan tried to speak again, but Wen Yangxi raised a hand to stop her.
"I know what you're going to say."
Wen Yangxi took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping over the clan members behind him. "The greater good of the Mist Rain Tower means defending this pass. But for the Azure Dragon Hall, the greater good is revenge. Tower Master, step aside…"
A bitter expression immediately crossed Ping Miaoxuan's face.
She was, after all, too inexperienced. She could keep the younger generation in the Halls in line, but not the elders—especially someone like Wen Yangxi. She had come to guard the pass herself precisely to prevent him from acting on his own authority.
But she never imagined it would still come to this.
