220: Chapter 220: The Falling Clouds Sect Meeting

The news of Li Changsheng judging a Sect Disciple quickly spread to the upper echelons.

Luoxia Sect, council hall.

At this moment, the hall was filled with people.

In the main seat in the center, Grand Elder Zhao sat upright.

He was still dressed in that Taoist-looking attire, with three long strands of beard hanging over his chest and a pair of eyes as deep as an abyss.

The Sect Master was in seclusion all year round, so all affairs in the Sect were handled by him.

On the chairs on both sides sat several Elders and Core Disciples of the Luoxia Sect.

Their Faces were gloomy, and their eyes were filled with anger.

"Bang!"

A middle-aged man slapped the tea table with his palm, and the table shattered instantly, tea splashing everywhere.

His Face was somewhat similar to Zhou Zixuan, and he was none other than Elder Zhou of the Luoxia Sect, Zhou Zixuan's father.

A great Cultivator of the Void Refinement Stage.

"Too deceitful!"

Elder Zhou roared.

"My son was hit by the Soul-Shattering Staff by that new Judge, and he even has to be locked up for three years! What kind of bullsh*t Judge is he?"

"A greenhorn from outside dares to touch my son, Elder Zhou's son?"

"Who does he think he is!"

"And he even claimed he wouldn't give the Luoxia Sect any Face. A mere Judge dares to ride on our heads and sh*t; where are we supposed to put our Sect's Face?"

An old man beside him heard Elder Zhou's angry shout and quickly stood up to persuade him.

"Elder Zhou, calm down."

"That Judge is called Li Changsheng, and he is the Saint of the Supreme Dao Palace; he is no ordinary person."

"With such a background and such strength, it is inevitable that he would be a bit arrogant at a young age."

"Moreover, he holds the city lords token, and it was appointed by the City Lord personally."

Elder Zhao heard the four words "Supreme Dao Palace," and his old flesh trembled, but to maintain Face, he still gritted his teeth and said.

"So what if he is from the Supreme Dao Palace?"

"This is the Far North Land, not the Northern Territory. No matter how strong the Supreme Dao Palace is, this is not the way to do things!"

"Besides, he hit my son, and I want him to pay in blood!"

Another Elder was also indignant.

"Exactly! Our Luoxia Sect has operated in the Sword Qi Great Wall for thousands of years; when have we ever suffered such Qi?"

"A judge from outside dares to ride on our heads and sh*t?"

"Right! Go to the Judges Office and demand the person! Make him release Zhou Zixuan!"

"Not only release him, but he must also apologize!"

"Apologize? He hit my son, and an apology is enough? I want him to kneel before Zhou Zixuan and kowtow!"

The crowd grew more and more excited; some were slapping tables, some were throwing teacups, and some were standing up and rolling up their sleeves, wishing they could rush to the Judges Office right now.

The hall was in chaos, so noisy it was as if the roof was about to be lifted off.

Elder Zhao sat in the main seat, silent, just listening quietly.

His gaze swept over the crowd, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

After the crowd had argued enough, he spoke slowly.

The voice was not loud, but it clearly entered everyone's ears.

"Are you done?"

The hall instantly fell silent.

Everyone looked at Elder Zhao, waiting for him to speak.

Elder Zhao stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the sky outside.

The sunset on Sunset Mountain was like fire, dyeing the entire sky a golden red.

He sighed, turned around, and looked at the crowd.

"Have you ever thought about why the Second Elder of the Zhou Family was caught by Xiao Ran, yet the Zhou Family didn't make a scene but went to seek peace instead?"

The crowd was stunned.

Elder Zhou frowned: "Elder Zhao, what do you mean..."

Elder Zhao looked at him: "First, the Patrol Guards suppressed the Zhou Family, and then the Judge judged the Sect; haven't you noticed the problem?"

The crowd was silent.

Elder Zhao saw that the crowd seemed to understand something, and then slowly said.

"I suspect this is the City Lord's intention; the City Lord is suppressing the aristocratic families and Sects to consolidate power."

"The Zhou Family received a hint from the City Lord, so they backed down."

"If our Luoxia Sect cannot see this and insists on colliding with him, then we are the chicken the City Lord wants to kill to warn the monkeys."

Elder Zhou's expression changed.

"Elder Zhao, are you saying my son was beaten for nothing?"

Elder Zhao turned to look at Elder Zhou, the impatience on his Face almost overflowing.

This guy must have a pig brain!

He had already spoken so bluntly; could this person not see it?

But for the sake of harmony within the Sect, he had to suppress his effort and then said.

"It's not beaten for nothing, but we have to swallow this anger for now."

"An outsider just happened to be favored by the City Lord. We will wait until the City Lord feels we are obedient and stops targeting us."

"It won't be too late for us to take action then."

Elder Zhao gritted his teeth: "I..."

Elder Zhao looked at him, his gaze deep.

"Elder Zhou, you have to swallow this anger whether you can or not, unless you want the Luoxia Sect to become the next Zhou Family."

Elder Zhao opened his mouth, unable to speak.

Elder Zhao walked back to the main seat, sat down, and took a sip of tea.

"Elder Zhou, I know you feel bad for your son."

"I feel bad too, after all, Zhou Zixuan was raised under my eyes. He made a mistake, and he should be punished."

"But how much he is punished is not something we can decide."

"Now the sky over the Sword Qi Great Wall has changed. The City Lord wants to consolidate power, and we, these families and Sects, are the targets he wants to collect."

"Going head-to-head will only lead to death faster."

"No matter which side wins this war without smoke, at the very least, we cannot be the sheep that rushes up to be sacrificed."

Elder Zhao said this, looking at the crowd.

"Therefore, I have decided to go to the Judges Office to seek peace."

The hall was in an uproar.

"Seek peace? Our Luoxia Sect going to seek peace?"

"Elder Zhao, isn't this too shameful?"

"Exactly! Since when has our Luoxia Sect ever bowed our heads?"

Elder Zhao raised his hand to stop the crowd's discussion.

"This is a strategy I have carefully considered. We must first stabilize the City Lord and save Zhou Zixuan's life."

"We will think of a way after the trend passes."

After saying this, he did not care about the dissatisfaction of others.

Then he looked at Elder Zhou: "Elder Zhou, prepare a generous gift, and come with me to the Judges Office tomorrow."

Elder Zhou gritted his teeth and finally nodded.