Bam, the dull sound of a hand slapping the table interrupted the meeting's discussion. Without even looking, Pei Yan knew the one who slapped the table was the infuriated Lin Daozi. Bai Ze's words clearly ignored the Immortal Palace's power, something Lin Daozi absolutely could not tolerate.
Seeing the host of the meeting express his anger, the pavilion quieted down. After a moment, Xila, the Demon Race's Child of Origin, who had not spoken since the beginning of the meeting, sighed and said gloomily, "Since they dare to propose this suggestion to compete, they must be fully prepared. Even if we could somehow kill them, it would be hard to seize the so-called prize from them. I think this matter is significant. Instead of arguing here endlessly, we might as well contact our respective mentors to ask for their opinions, since the final prize requires their consent."
"This is the right approach." As an ally, Pei Yan nodded in agreement.
