FALSE ACCUSATION

The Sect was bustling with disciples as usual, and regular activities were being executed but the elders weren't at the Scene. A little far from the Sect was the conference being held under the clear sky.

The weather was freezing and the clouds looked heavy. The sun didn't shine today. Is it going to rain?

Chiefs of Sects and Lords of different Clan, one by one enter the ground, settling down on their respective spots along with their respective followers. The place was huge with a big stone stage (throne). There were four long pillars and between those four long pillars was a fountain of Liquor. The ground was made out of expensive marble and at the back of the stage stood a huge marble pillar with 'Front Liberation Sect' carved on it. Along with that was the name of every Chief who took over the throne in the past.

Everyone would whisper things to each other by the time a chief of a sect or a lord of a clan entered the ground. The atmosphere was tense, anything was anticipated, and