Chapter 2111


    Noel stared speechlessly at Fane before rolling his eyes at him. "Do you hear yourself? Going to


    war against the Muddled Origin n and going to war against the Corpse Pavilion is totally


    different, okay? One is on par with us and the other is a fourth-grade n association! By then, it''s


    not up to us to say whether we want to go to the battlefield because they will force us to go for


    sure!"


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    Fane arched his eyebrow and said defensively, "It''s not as if the Corpse Pavilion is specifically


    targeting us! There’ll be other n associations fighting against them too. Besides, their target is to


    get rid of the Thousand Leaves Pavilion first, meaning they would be the main force in this matter


    while we''ll only act as supporters."


    Noel shrugged his shoulders helplessly but his lips were pressed in a tight line. "You''re more naive


    than I thought. Yes, the Thousand Leaves Pavilion would be the main force but do you think they


    would sacrifice their disciples to protect us? Don’t be surprised if they treat us like pawns. Whatever


    happens, we''ll be the unlucky ones. As an informal disciple, I might not be of great help in the war


    but it doesn''t mean I can defy orders if I was sent as cannon fodder."


    A dry, bitter feeling spread from Noel''s mouth to his entire body, making him feel deathly


    ufortable. Fane arched his eyebrow and patted him on the


    shoulder. It was not as if he did not understand Noel''s feelings.


    "The war hasn''t started yet. I told you all these so that you can mentally prepare yourself. When the


    timees, you alone can choose the path that is best for you,” said Fane.


    Noel did not know whether tough or cry when he heard this. He shrugged his shoulders and


    said," You''re right. But what can I do? How can I turn my back on my own n association in times


    of need? I might as well give up my identity as an informal disciple and be branded as a coward."


    Brook sighed. As a runner disciple, his presence was usually not needed on the battlefield but even


    so, there was a high chance he would be sent there if the n association became desperate.


    Then, he would be nothing but cannon fodder. Thinking about this made him feel like he had been


    thrown into quicksand, the more he struggled, the quicker his death would be.


    Noel mmed down his teacup angrily on the table. His eyes were filled with outrage. "What the


    hell are those bastards from the Corpse Pavilion are thinking? Why break the peace now? Isn''t it


    enough for them to rule the south? Why do they have toe here to make trouble?"


    "There’s no need to be confused and there''s no need to question their intelligence. There must be a


    reason for them to go through all this effort and my guess is, it has something to do with the secret


    resource ce," said Fane, a little down.


    Then, he suddenly jerked his head up and solemnly asked, "What do the two of you know about the


    secret resource ce? We need to exchange all the information we have so that we can figure out


    why the Corpse Pavilion is going through all this length and why the Thousand Leaves Pavilion isn''t


    doing anything about them."


    Noel furrowed his brow and gave it some thought before answering, "Actually, I have no idea what.


    I''ve only heard that the secret resource ce has a lot of treasures and resources and both the


    Dual Sovereign Pavilion and the Muddled Origin n want to im the ce for themselves.


    Hence, the war. But presumably, those things should not be very precious, otherwise, why would


    the Thousand Leaves Pavilion not im it for themselves?”


    As the ruler of the north of West Cerce! State, the Thousand Leaves Pavilion not only had a strong


    influence but also upied most of the resources, so that they could continue to grow and prosper.