Amos squinted at the guest hall in front of him.

“A battle of wits does fit the sect’s habits. It’d be a lot easier for the populace to accept it, too.

“In reality, we might not be able to win through martial arts alone. That’s why we can’t let down our guard. Right. Who’s going to challenge us tonight anyway?”

“I heard Master Roben would probably show up himself,” Serval said quietly. “He’s the best debater in the Smalt Sect; we might just lose if he challenges us. Should we make preparations here?”

Amos was in deep thought for a moment.

“No need. Since the Aenar Temple’s planning to send Master Roben, all we need to do is stop him from showing up.

“Tell everyone that we won’t prepare any of the monks this time.

“I’ll join the battle myself.

“If Master Roben’s willing to take advantage of a junior, the Aenar Temple would be humiliated even if they win.”

Serval froze, then smiled faintly.

“As expected of you, Young Master. The Aenar Temple wouldn’t be able to send anyone but