"What if they refuse the challenge?"
"Wouldn't that mean Wang Zhengyang and Qi Lingyu had made the trip for nothing?"
Lin Bai voiced the last question troubling him. Why was Li Guxian so certain that the Northern Region would agree to this martial contest?
Although this was a world of martial arts, competing and sparring were commonplace.
When many Lineages and sects fought over the allocation of resources, most would settle things through martial contests to avoid large-scale bloodshed.
Only when certain Lineages and sects had long-standing blood feuds, reaching the point where one side would not rest until the other was dead, would they have no choice but to resolve the matter through war.
Otherwise, under ordinary circumstances, they would usually have the younger generation of their Lineages step forward to spar and compete, thereby determining how the resources would be divided.
It seemed somewhat comical, even childish.
But in truth, it was the best choice.
If the elders and ancestors of the Lineages personally took part in the contest, then should an ancestor fall during it, no Lineage or sect could accept the consequences.
Even if we couldn't understand it, once we received the letter, we would certainly hand it over to the elders of the Imperial Son to carefully study its deeper meaning.
"On the day you receive this letter, I hope you will set out at once!"
"Your younger brother, Eastern Region, awaits your presence at Eternal Night Pass!"
At the same time, if they won the martial contest, they would gain considerable prestige and fame within their Lineages, making their future advancement within their Lineages and sects much smoother.
"The Demon Realm is in chaos. The ultimate source is still the war between Lin Bai and the Northern Region. At present, there is no good