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 preparation