Lu Mingyuan's avatar, Yang Erlang, sat across from Luo Ying.
"Has your power reached this level? Even Elder Li was no match for you. What in the world did you do to them?"
Luo Ying had long noticed something was off about her subordinates. Her crisp voice held a distinct chill as she asked deeply.
Yang Erlang smiled faintly. "Me? I didn't do anything. They simply understood the bigger picture and realized that opposing His Highness, the Crown Prince, is a mistake. Your methods, on the other hand, are a bit too crude."
Ever since Lu Mingyuan read the old man's mind, he knew things weren't that simple.
They intended to use the White Lotus Ancient Sect as a front, framing the White Lotus Sect for the assassination of the Crown Prince.
'Their intentions are sinister,' he thought. 'They must be a sworn enemy of the White Lotus Ancient Sect.'
