Another old woman in yellow robes, her face a web of wrinkles, looked ancient. She snorted, her voice sharp. "The Saintess clearly means there's a traitor among us. What I don't understand is, what good would leaking this information do any of us? Are you insane?"
Han Mei's beautiful eyes swept coldly over the yellow-robed crone. "Didn't Elder Mo's daughter marry the third son of the Tongtian City Lord?" she said coolly.
"Are you accusing me?" The yellow-robed woman glared at Han Mei, her voice growing shrill with rage.
Han Mei scoffed. "If you have a guilty conscience, you'd know it!"
"I... I... I have never met someone so self-righteous!" The old woman's face was pale with fury. She shot to her feet, slammed the door, and stormed out.
The room plunged into a dead, awkward silence. No one spoke. The four remaining Elders exchanged a look, then rose to their feet in unison. "Saintess, please calm yourself. We will take our leave."
