Jiang Huan grinned. “Sectmistress, since our main opposition consists of lesser first-rate sects instead of White Drake or the like, then it’ll be a piece of cake. We simply need to find them once the contest starts and take out their powerhouses. Won’t their strength plummet if so?”

His rather crude and simplistic reasoning left the dumbfounded Han Shuang speechless.

Of course the thought had crossed her mind, but it’d be a very long shot in practice. As far as plans went, this one was sheer fantasy.

The other two elders also scowled. Were the sectmistress’ two new recruits complete frauds?

What other explanation was there for...