Within a secluded courtyard deep inside the inner sect, Zhao Kun stood silently as one of his followers reported everything that had happened, his expression growing colder with each passing word, especially when he heard that Li Hao had taken the matter directly to the Punishment Hall, turning a hidden incident into an official accusation that could not be ignored.
"So… he dares," Zhao Kun muttered under his breath, his voice low yet filled with restrained anger.
The disciple hesitated before speaking again. "Senior, should we respond now?"
Zhao Kun raised his hand slightly, silencing him instantly, as a heavy pressure spread through the courtyard, making the air feel suffocating.
For a moment, silence reigned.
Then, a cold smile slowly formed on Zhao Kun's face.
"He thinks rules will protect him," Zhao Kun said quietly. "How naïve."
His aura pulsed faintly, revealing a glimpse of his overwhelming strength.
"Let him wait," he continued. "If the sect does not deal with him… I will."
The disciple lowered his head immediately, not daring to speak further.
The conflict had already escalated beyond control.