As the silence grew heavier, so did Murong Xie's anger until finally he exploded.
"Do you know what was written on it? What arrangements were being finalized?" He turned, each word laced with venom. "Do you even begin to grasp how delicate that correspondence was? I told Rong Jun to protect that message with his life!"
His voice rose with each word until it finally erupted in a thunderous shout.
"AND NOW HE'S DEAD AND THE LETTER IS GONE?!"
With a swift motion, he spun and lashed out. A nearby ceramic pot—worth at least three hundred spirit stones—exploded into shards. He didn't stop there. The table bearing spiritual incense and meditation scrolls was overturned, its contents crashing to the floor. Two decorative lanterns were swept from their stands and shattered against the walls.
A storm of qi surged through the chamber, thick with rage and frustration.
The disciples huddled on the ground like leaves caught in a gale.
