The Game of Theif and mouse-4

Beta Fang's expression shifts to one of deep contemplation as he listens to the escalating tensions unfolding within the sect's walls.

A solemn understanding settles upon his flawless features.

"Alas, it seems the heavens have conspired to bring forth a reckoning upon this humble place. The echoes of past transgressions now resound, summoning a tempest of vengeance and retribution... Karma truly has no eyes, no ears,"

Beta Fang thought as he learned a lesson, to not spare anyone otherwise it will come back and haunt you.

One needs to be sharp as a blade, clear as ice, and formless as water.

...

The Onion Elder's countenance darkened as the grating voices of the sect leaders reverberated through the air. His brow furrowed, the folds of his aged face deepening with displeasure.