第46章 "Silence, Betrayal's Price"

**Chapter 46: The Unyielding Stance**

As the traitors' eyes met White Xiaopu's, the air seemed to thicken with tension. The old man, whose name was Li Xuan, cleared his throat to speak, but his voice trembled like a leaf. "P-please, Young Master Xiaopu, spare our lives. We didn't mean to betray you."

White Xiaopu's gaze remained fixed, his expression unyielding. "You didn't mean to betray me?" His tone was cold, devoid of emotion. "Then why did you try to kill me? Why did you betray the trust of the sect?"

Li Xuan's eyes darted nervously around the group, as if searching for an escape route. "It was... it was just a misunderstanding, Young Master. We were coerced by the whispers of the mysterious figure."

White Xiaopu's gaze narrowed. "Whispers? You're telling me that some mysterious figure coerced you into betraying me? I think you're just trying to save your own skin."

The other traitors nodded in agreement, their faces pale with fear. Li Xuan, however, seemed to find a glimmer of hope in White Xiaopu's words. "Yes, Young Master, it's true! We were deceived by false promises and empty words. We didn't mean to cause harm to the sect or to you."

White Xiaopu's expression remained stoic, but a hint of curiosity crept into his voice. "Go on. Tell me more about this mysterious figure. What did they promise you?"

Li Xuan's eyes lit up with desperation. "They promised us great power, Young Master. They said that with their help, we could become as strong as the gods. We didn't think about the consequences, we just wanted to be stronger."

The traitors nodded in agreement, their voices filled with remorse. White Xiaopu's gaze continued to pierce theirs, his eyes burning with a fire that seemed to scorch the very air around him.

Just as it seemed like White Xiaopu was about to make his decision, a sudden gust of wind swept through the valley, extinguishing the flickering torches and plunging the group into darkness. The traitors gasped, their hearts racing with fear. White Xiaopu's eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intensity, his voice barely above a whisper.

"This is no coincidence. The wind is a warning. A warning that the mysterious figure is coming, and they will stop at nothing to achieve their goals."

As the wind howled through the valley, the traitors cowered in fear, knowing that their fate was all but sealed. White Xiaopu's eyes seemed to bore into their very souls, his gaze a burning reminder of the danger that lurked in the shadows.

And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the wind died down, leaving an oppressive silence in its wake. The traitors glanced nervously at White Xiaopu, their hearts heavy with anticipation.

What would he do next?

To be continued...