Chapter 16: Conflict with Jeral clan
Twelve people were present in a spacious chamber with high ceilings, adorned with intricate tapestries depicting scenes of ancient battles and mystical landscapes.
As they sat in a circular formation, the atmosphere crackled with Qi energy, and a palpable tension hung in the air. Each person emanated a unique aura, reflecting their strengths and cultivation techniques.
These were the top cultivators of the Kilvish clan—figures who only gathered for matters of great importance to the entire clan.
Charles Kilvish, the clan leader, with black hair and eyes like Kaal, sat at the head of the round table. His face was more mature and sharp, with a black beard, giving him the appearance of a man in his mid-thirties.
To Charles's left sat Grand Elder William. His yellow hair and black eyes radiated serenity, and his gaze held aged wisdom—a reflection of the many hardships he had endured to reach his current standing. He was also the grandfather of Samrat Kilvish. Elder Alvin and Elder George were also present.
"The Jeral clan has crossed the line. If we do nothing, the Kilvish clan will become a joke in the eyes of the others," Elder Alvin said, breaking the silence. He had held in his anger long enough; the death of his grandson, Raven, was the last straw.
"Elder Alvin, calm down. We are gathered here for this exact reason," Charles said, understanding Alvin's pain—his son had also been attacked in the same incident involving the Jeral clan.
"But we still lack solid evidence to accuse the Jeral clan directly," Elder George replied.
"So you're saying we should just let it go and let our clan's name be stained? I always knew you were a coward, but this is a new low, George," Elder Alvin snapped back.