"Hehe. Didn't I tell you it works for prideful fools all the time? Hehe."
Hearing the same Elder who gave the order to all the disciples to fight, everyone near him couldn't help but frown at him, but they didn't retort since he was the strongest.
The representatives of the prominent families were worried about the disciples who had gone to fight, but they couldn't even voice their discontent as the strongest in their city had suggested this plan.
"Humiliate them by sending weaker disciples, and they will easily get riled up and do voluntary work" were his words, and the Elder, wearing elegantly designed silver-whitish robes, had acted it out successfully.
He was relishing and gloating at the pissed-off expressions of the rich, who took everything for granted while passing his hand through his gray hair.
