As they approached the imposing gates of the Corrupt Dragon Clan's stronghold, their resolve was unshaken. They were met by guards who, recognizing their authority, allowed them entry.
Dong Zhuo, seated in the grand hall with his father Dong Zhi and other clan leaders, looked up in surprise and suspicion as the Nature Clan delegation entered.
Qing Fenghua stepped forward, her voice ringing with authority. "Dong Zhuo, we have come to address a grave matter. A disease has been afflicting our clan, and we have reason to believe that you are behind it."
Dong Zhuo's eyes narrowed, his expression a mix of anger and denial. "What are you accusing me of, Mother-in-law? Do you have any proof to back up these claims?"
Qing Fenghua held her ground. "We have evidence of the disease's composition—poison and draconic energy, mixed with the power of nature. Only someone with your unique abilities could create such a concoction."