"No wonder my Seven Stars Sword suddenly malfunctioned yesterday—it turns out the sword core was swapped out for an inferior counterfeit!"
In the corner, several previously silent servants suddenly dropped to the ground, prostrating themselves with cries interwoven with accusations:
"They even take a cut from the firewood in the woodshed, claiming it's 'necessary for maintaining the array'..."
Just then, the Purple Sandalwood Screen suddenly moved of its own accord, revealing the three white-haired Elders seated behind it.
The leader among them held a Jade Pipe, sparks flying from its end, illuminating the centipede-shaped scar on the left side of his face:
"Insolence! Yesterday, over half of the disciples guarding the array perished or were injured, yet you are not mourning in the spiritual hall, but instead slandering the Council of Elders here?"
The black-robed elder beside him interjected with a sinister tone:
"Embezzling Spirit Stones? Where is the evidence?
