"Long time no see, Lance," True Martial Night King said, his voice calm.
Lance replied coolly, "I didn't expect you to be the first of the Ten Arbiters to contact me. Is this about Lu Yin?"
True Martial Night King smiled faintly. "That's right. It is about him. Don't underestimate him. Not only does he know a secret technique that can redirect attacks, he's also skilled in the methods of Hometown of Gods."
Lance sounded surprised. "Hometown of Gods?"
"That's right. You've probably heard of their methods. They inherited a terrifying ancient civilization, one capable of both creation and destruction. Their techniques are incredibly mysterious, so you'd best be careful," True Martial Night King said.
Lance furrowed his brows. "Did you contact me just to tell me about Lu Yin?"
"I know you're confident you can beat him, but it never hurts to know a little more," True Martial Night King replied with a laugh.
Lance was aloof. "No need. I'll find out for myself. Just focus on yourself." With that, he ended the call.
He loathed True Martial Night King. The man was far too ruthless, and his methods too vicious. The White Night Clan was domineering by nature and wasn't popular in the Falling Star Sea. Of the Ten Arbiters, Lance's relationship with True Martial Night King wasn't exactly bad, but it wasn't good either.
On the other side, True Martial Night King put away his Personal terminal. Lance's attitude was just what he'd expected. It didn't matter; he'd done what he needed to do. If Lu Yin tried to use secret techniques and strange methods to catch Lance off guard, he'd chosen the wrong opponent. Lance might not care about what he'd said, but he'd definitely be on guard.
Hopefully, Lance would kill Lu Yin for him.