"I object!" A man with thick, dark eyebrows that almost joined together across his face suddenly spoke. He was seated on the left side of the long table, near the main seat. The burly man appeared to be in his forties and wore a ring on his right hand. The style of the ring was old and simple, with a wide band. The words "Bright Plate Martial Dao" were deeply engraved on its surface.0

The man was the head of Bright Plate Martial Dao, a notable mid-tier Covert Martial Arts force in Wenxia County. The sect had once produced combat artists, and had a strong foundation to back it up.0

Among all the Covert Martial Arts sects Luen had contacted, Bright Plate Martial Dao had the most explicit stance and the strongest will to resist. A combat artist from their sect had once been injured by the senior elder of the Evil Eye Fist and died after years of suffering.0

The current head of Bright Plate Martial Dao was the son of that combat artist. He held a deep grudge over losing his father, so it was no surprise that he was the first to oppose Justin when facing oppression from Evil Eye Fist.0

The conference had fallen silent when Justin spoke, so the objection sounded particularly jarring. At the head of the table, Justin’s expression didn’t change. He rested his elbows on the table, interlocking his fingers as he slowly turned to look at the middle-aged man on his left.0

Without speaking, Justin then turned to his right, where an elderly...0