"Impossible..." The word slipped out, thin and hoarse, before anyone could stop it. The Grand Venerable's lips barely moved, yet the murmur carried in the silent hall.
"Jared... How could he wield such power? He was nothing more than a Heavenly immortal Realm youngster..." The disbelief in his eyes eclipsed even the silver torchlight.
"Heavenly Immortal Realm?" Lyria's laugh sliced through the tension; the two words dripped with icy mockery. She angled her gaze at the Grand Venerable, frost crystallizing in every syllable.
"Grand Venerable, have you gone senile? A mere Heavenly Immortal Realm youth cuts down five High Immortal Realm Level Sevens, breaks the Beast-Quelling Hall, and wipes out tens of thousands of troops?" She pivoted toward Lucian, a taunting melody lacing her tone. "Senior Disciple, level thirteen is in worse shape than we guessed. Their Grand Venerable isn't just useless... He can't even keep his intelligence straight."
Lucian's expression finally clouded, the faint ease he had maintained hardened into a steely mask.
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