"It's indeed a good idea, but I can't judge this guy's strength right now," Mr. Oswin said, his deep eyes narrowing with thoughtful concern.
"No matter how strong he is, can you be stronger than a Mahayana realm cultivator?" Luke's confidence was unwavering, his voice steady.
"With my current strength, it's more than enough to deal with cultivators just entering the Mahayana realm," Luke replied, his tone carrying the certainty of hardened resolve.
Oswin fell silent, his mind weighing the risks. Luke was bold, certainly, but this gamble was heavy.
If Luke lost, if he was bested by an unknown outsider, the entire city would whisper of his defeat. The Pavilion's prestige would suffer, and this incident would become the city's after-dinner gossip for years.
"Mr. Oswin, believe in my strength," Luke stated resolutely.
