"Son, are you suggesting we should not compete in the martial battle?" the Sect Master asked.
"Yes." Mo Jian nodded.
With how weak their disciples were, competing in the martial battle would only bring shame.
"That will not be possible." His father shook his head. "Those disciples had trained as if their life depended on it. They were here to prove themselves."
Listening to this, his wife nodded in agreement. If they stopped the disciples from competing, they might lose their dao will.
And if that happened, their path in cultivation would be lost forever.
Mo Jian did not respond. He understood his father's position but he understood more than they thought.
They were unlike any other sect that came to participate in the Assembly Summit and return after.
No, they were more.
They needed to take another approach if they wanted to bring their sect to a higher level.
And fighting was not one of them.
