Tier 3 Foul Spirit (2)

Smo was helped up from the ground, blood still dripping from his nose, his cheeks so swollen that his original features were unrecognizable.

He glared furiously at Ang, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness. "You lunatic, I never ambushed you!"

Ang remained cold and indifferent, the chill in his eyes undimmed. "Don't stare at me with those Demon-like eyes, Smo. It's not that I don't dare hit you again. I just don't want to kill you here."

As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere inside the cave tightened abruptly.

Several people instinctively tightened their grips on the weapons at hand.

Alvis frowned deeply, slapped the stone wall, and barked in a low voice, "Enough. Stop arguing, all of you!"

Ang and Smo still glared at each other like drawn blades, their auras tangling as though they could erupt again at any moment.

"Set this matter aside for now. The mission isn't complete yet. We didn't come here to settle personal grudges." Alvis swept his cold gaze over everyone.

"Once the mission is over, I'll seek out an Archmage who practices Just Law. Then, whoever lied and whoever harbored ill intent—will be exposed."

"Just Law?" Ang had heard the title for the first time and looked slightly puzzled.

At that moment, Samantha, who had remained silent until then, glanced at him and said flatly, "They are mages who practice the Law of Justice. Lies have nowhere to hide before them. As long as you enter their domain, the truth will reveal itself."

Ang understood at once, though his interest only grew.

This kind of mage... if they could be used for battlefield trials or legion judgments, their value would surely be immense.

"But does a mere dispute really need to involve an Archmage of that level?" he could not