"Wu Tian, Sir," Zhan Yu gazed at the receding figures of the crowd and said, "we neither keep guests nor entertain them. I'm afraid this might be seen as a lack of proper hospitality."
"What's the harm? For years, Holy Hall has been intent on infiltrating the Huaxia sects, likely harboring ulterior motives. This year's competition for chief disciple—no, I fear that all three major factions will struggle to come out ahead. Instead of putting on a show, it's better to tear off the facade and sever this relationship. I hope they will know better and withdraw."
Chewing over Wu Tian's words, the young protector asked in puzzlement, "I don't understand what the sect leader means. Our Jade Clear Sect is full of masters with peerless martial arts, and among the inner disciples, we have Butterfly, the top disciple from the previous session. What is there to fear from the mere Holy Hall? Moreover, there are the other three great Huaxia factions."
