"Lu Chen! You have some nerve, colluding with foreign enemies and plotting to destroy our sect!" the lead disciple roared, his voice cracking, spittle nearly landing on my face.
My anger surged, but I forced it down, casting a cold gaze over those who had once called me brother, their faces now twisted into unrecognizable masks of malice. Their eyes flickered with suspicion, disgust, and something else—fear.
"Colluding with foreign enemies? Where is your proof?" I asked, my voice low and resonant, echoing before the mountain gate.
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