Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Before anyone could answer, the door opened. Elder Wyndon of the Skysword Sect stood there, his face like stone.
"Moira," he said, ignoring the others. "I smell an irregular procedure. Summoning a contestant mid-tournament for questioning? This reeks of foul play."
Jin let out a low growl. Elder Wyndon was an unpredictable spoiler. He was too respected to be easily intimidated.
"This isn't an interrogation, Wyndon. It's a standard check," Elder Moira retorted, but her voice lacked conviction.
"Is it done?" Wyndon asked, his gaze sharp. "The next match is about to begin. If you have no proof of a violation, release him. Or I will question the jury council's neutrality in front of all the elders."
The pressure worked. The once-stifling testing ro
