The next morning, Li Hao received a summons from the inner sect elders, a development that immediately drew the attention of his entire team, as such calls were rarely issued without reason, especially during a time when tensions within the sect were rising steadily, making it clear that his actions had not gone unnoticed.
Inside the elder hall, the atmosphere was solemn and heavy, with several elders seated in silence as Li Hao entered, their gazes fixed on him with a level of scrutiny that went beyond ordinary evaluation, as if they were measuring not just his strength, but his potential and influence within the sect.
"You reported Zhao Kun," one elder said directly, his tone neutral yet authoritative.
"Yes," Li Hao replied without hesitation.
The elder observed him for a moment before speaking again. "And you understand the consequences of such an accusation?"
"I do," Li Hao answered calmly.
A brief silence followed.
Then another elder spoke. "Good."
Their expressions remained unreadable, but the weight of their attention lingered.
This was not interrogation.
This was assessment.