Chapter 2033


    This was why Noel ultimately decided not to ask anything. In fact, Morton and Gerald should be on


    their way, seeing as their conversation had ended, and they were not that well-acquainted with one


    another, too.


    All of a sudden, Morton suddenly acted as if he knew Noel well and struck another conversation,


    "Mount Beasts truly is the vastest mountain in the West Cercei Ind. Although we were only


    capable of going into the outer ring of the peripheral area, we still met a lot of dangers. Luckily, we


    were strong enough and turned the tides to our favor, however dangerous it was."


    Noel nodded and simplymended him. To be frank, he wanted to be upfront to Morton, wanting


    to say he was not interested in listening to his crap. Morton


    and Gerald did not have to tell him how dangerous Mount Beasts was; Noel had already visited that


    ce several times.


    Fane listened with high interest as he made arrangements for his next steps. However, Morton


    suddenly changed the topic of the conversation as Fane was listening to their conversation. "Junior


    Brother Fane, what are you doing here?"


    Fane could not help but frown at how Morton lowered his seniority by addressing him as ''junior


    brother''. Fane did not know about the rules of other pavilions, but the Dual Sovereign Pavilion''s


    rules were that the stronger party would be addressed as the senior brother, and the weaker party


    would be the junior brother. They did not decide their seniority based on their ages.


    His strength was undoubtedly stronger than Morton, but Morton purposely addressed him as his


    junior brother. Nheless, Fane was not a member of the Hestia Continent, thus this did not


    concern him. He did, however, offer Morton a cold nce. "I''m here to watch the others battle."


    The corners of Morton''s mouth curled upward as he walked closer to Fane. "I heard that you’ve


    made a wager battle with Senior Brother Wesley. I have to admit that you''re really brave. We,


    members of the aristocratic families, understand the strength of Senior Brother Wesley. Are you


    here to see how strong Senior Brother Wesley is by observing others battling it out?"


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    Fane chuckled and was somewhat mind-boggled. He knew Morton meant something else as he,


    instead of leaving, continued to linger around and conversed with them. Fane had no idea where


    Morton had heard about the battle between him and Wesley. Morton was obviously looking forward


    to Fane making a fool out of himself.


    Fane turned around and said, "I know what his strength is like, so there''s no need for you to remind


    me." Fane spoke in such a straightforward manner, and it was mainly because he did not wish to


    continue listening to Morton’s continuous speech.


    Morton cared too greatly of his dignity, yet Fane spoke in such a straightforward manner when there


    were so many informal disciples around them. How could he maintain his reputation like that?


    Morton was so angry that his face became slightly pale. His right hand instinctively balled into a


    tight fist. He purposely raised his voice as he spoke, "Are you sure you understand Senior Brother


    Wesley''s strength? What do you know? Stop pretending to be a master in front of us. Although you


    were ahead of me during the entrance assessment, don’t think that you can always be ahead of me.


    Let me tell you" I’ll be able to go ahead of you with my talents and sufficient pavilion contribution


    points.


    "I do wonder where you get your guts from to challenge Senior Brother Wesley. He''s capable of


    defeating you with a single finger of his! Let''s see how cocky you''ll be after that!"


    What Morton said immediately attracted the attention of many around them. In fact, Morton was


    curious as to why so many people were gathered in the wager battle arena today. Were there


    important individuals who would be having a wager battle?


    No matter what it was, he wanted to regain his reputation. Although Fane sat at a slightly secluded


    ce, Morton had purposely raised his voice, and the surrounding people heard what he said


    clearly. Almost 50 to 60 people turned their heads around and looked at Morton as if he was an


    idiot.