"If I were you, I'd get the hell back to the Empire after the match."
Naga said flatly:
"Don't blame me for not warning you, boy from the Empire. Arrogance and ignorance can bring disaster."
"Don't worry, Chancellor. Once this is over, I'll go back to the Empire. I definitely won't dirty your hands."
"You should sew up your pants before saying that."
Even the mild-tempered Golden Dragon Monk could not resist adding, "By the way, please don't let your pants fall off so casually. Needles make me faint."
"Pfft."
The Silver Dragon, Cici, covered her mouth and smiled. "I didn't expect Your Excellency Archer to make jokes like that."
"I'm a martial monk, not a celibate monk. Life should still have its pleasures." Archer spoke calmly as he looked at her. "Come to think of it, you looked like you had something to say all along."
"Yes."
The female pontiff nodded. "Actually, I wasn't deliberately making things difficult for Your Excellency Li Aoz just now. But as you can see, although everyone here was invited by the Dragon Island chieftain, our backgrounds are quite clear."
She pointed at the dragons and said, "Oprey, the Western Devil Seed, comes from the Empire, which is currently still at war. Combined with the effects of years of Silent Uncontact, the Empire sending people to involve itself in Dragon Island's affairs likely means it wishes to further intervene in the internal affairs of the Abyss Realm—or rather, win over the dragons' strength."
"Aren't you the same, Blue Bishop?" Oprey snorted coldly. "Everyone knows the Temple sent you here to spread the Annihilation Doctrine. The Temple's influence in the Layered Abyss has been squeezed out, so it wants to use this opportunity to expand its influence in the Abyss Realm. What a fine case