The Wei Clan had expected the Chen Clan to catch on eventually—but not this fast. Wei Rong's mind raced, struggling to come up with a plausible denial.
He couldn't openly admit to their crimes, not when the situation had escalated so quickly.
He drew in a breath, forcing an expression of outrage onto his face.
"What do you mean, Chen Zi?!" Wei Rong shot back, his voice tinged with forced indignation.
"So now the Chen Clan is resorting to slandering us? If that old monster wants to threaten us by flattening our side of Silverpine City, then of course we have to defend ourselves! Isn't that only natural?!"
His words carried weight, but his erratic heartbeat betrayed his growing panic.
Chen Zi narrowed his sharp eyes, a cold light flickering behind them.
Though his expression remained composed, fury simmered beneath the surface, restrained but lethal.
When he finally spoke, his tone was eerily even—calm in a way that only made the surrounding air feel heavier.
