Yang Haohan and the others from the Knight Temple had already consulted with the Assassin Temple and the Soul Temple. They knew that the temples most likely to oppose the Knight Temple's proposal were the Magic Temple, which had always been at odds with them, and the Warrior Temple, which depended on it.
"Please, Temple Master Qiu, go ahead," Li Zhengzhi said from the side, fanning the flames.
Qiu Yonghao frowned, but continued anyway. "I believe we should not accept the Holy War the demons have declared."
"Are you saying we should keep hiding like cowards, Temple Master Qiu?" Before Qiu Yonghao could finish, Saint Moon, the Sage who led the Assassin Temple, cut in.
Saint Moon's accusation came so suddenly that Qiu Yonghao, who had yet to explain the rest, was momentarily left speechless.
Seeing his reaction, Saint Moon continued without mercy. "It seems Temple Master Qiu has no convincing argument to offer."
"You are mistaken, Saint Moon Hero." Li Zhengzhi could hardly sit by and watch an ally suffer such humiliation. He quickly rose to help Qiu Yonghao out.
As a member of the peace faction, he naturally had to do everything he could to prevent a large-scale war between the Temple Alliance and the demons at this time.
"I understand Temple Master Qiu's concerns." Li Zhengzhi met Saint Moon's gaze with a pleasant smile. "Even now, the Temple Alliance has yet to fully recover from the wounds left by the Holy War against the demons two thousand years ago. Leaving aside whether our human Temple Alliance could ultimately win this Holy War against the demons..."
"A war against the demons on such a scale would inevitably cause enormous casualties. Surely none of us wishes to see that."
"Afraid of dying, are you? Must our Temple Alliance remain