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Chapter 14 - Chp 14 The Gathering of Clans

By the time the boats reached the Yun Clan's main pier, the sun had burned away the last traces of mist. The sprawling Yun estate rose above them — white stone halls edged in pale blue tiles, waterfalls cascading through manicured gardens.

Dozens of carriages and banners lined the grand courtyard. The air was thick with formal greetings, sharp glances, and the faint hum of spiritual energy.

Wei Clan, Tang Clan, Gu Clan — all had gathered. Even the dignitaries of smaller families stood in their finest robes, their eyes drawn to the great lecture hall at the center.

Inside, rows of low tables faced a raised platform. The Yun elders were already seated, scrolls and instruments laid neatly before them. The atmosphere was orderly, serene.

Until the gates at the far end opened.

Red and orange banners fluttered in, bold against the white marble.

The Ling Clan.

Their leader strode ahead, tall and sharp-eyed, with a thin smile that didn't reach his gaze. Behind him, warriors in crimson armor fanned out, their steps heavy against the polished floor. The subtle threads of killing intent in the air made lesser clans avert their eyes.

Wei Liang's hand tightened slightly on her sleeve. Even Gu Xiao, the proud king of the Gu Clan, looked wary.

Only one clan's members didn't react.

The Wu Clan — or rather, what everyone thought was just an unremarkable servant and her assistant, Xia. Wang Xiao shuffled in at the back, head bowed, dressed in plain travel robes. Her lips curled faintly — the only visible part of her expression.

As the Ling Clan passed, their leader's gaze swept the hall like a blade. He didn't bother hiding his contempt. "So many clans gathered… yet only one worth challenging."

Murmurs rippled through the room.

Wei Xie leaned toward Wang San. "You know, this could turn ugly."

"It always turns ugly when they're here," Wang San said quietly, eyes narrowing at the Ling banner.

On the far side of the hall, Yun Zhan's gaze was fixed on the Ling leader — cold, unwavering.

The Ling Clan took their seats, but their presence loomed over the hall like a storm cloud.

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