The six main pavilions of the Alliance Guard sent people to notify the other pavilions after a night of meeting. These pavilions were asked to prepare themselves in carrying out an ambush on two forces in the notification.
Members of the Alliance Guard were extremely confident in this ambush. They decided to show the Anti-Alliance Guard their might and have them suffer some losses.
They had no idea, however, that the Pavilion Billow Cloud's pavilion master, Tomas Lopez, also had a thought the next day after he returned. He immediately notified members of the Anti-Alliance Guard about what happened.
At this moment, in a huge hall on another mountain, members of the five main pavilions of the Anti-Alliance Guard sat together for a discussion.
"What a surprise this is,” lamented one of the old men after learning of the situation." It'll be easy to settle this if more than a dozen or several hundred people enter. We just need to inform the Alliance Guard, and this wouldn't result in a large battle.
However, what is it like to have six hundred thousand people entering the area at once?”
An old woman replied, "It is rather troublesome. Putting aside the six hundred thousand people, the Alliance Guard won't allow for such a thing to happen, even if ten thousand people entered the area, would they now?"
It's a good thing that about four hundred thousand of the people who entered from the abandoned world have died—maybe the Alliance Guard will be less angry because of this, somewhat. However, there are two hundred thousand people left, and they surely won't sit around and do nothing."
The old man took a huge inhale of his cigarette before he spoke again, "What should we do now? Why don't we have a discussion with them and reward him a few things? There's no other way as we have to give them an out. If not, they would lose their honor!"
The old woman nodded. "That seems to be our only choice. It's preferable if we can try our best to prevent the fight. Once the battle starts, we'd lose a hundred to two hundred thousand people if any two of our pavilions are wiped out. It'd be even worse if both parties really started fighting!" The group of people had their discussion for some time before they finally prepared their treasures and were prepared to talk things through with members of the Alliance Guard.
Another four days passed by, and it was finally time to form the new pavilion.
"Oh my, brother Fane... We need to consider the name of the new pavilion seriously. Although you have low fighting prowess, you have amazing combat power! Don't worry. You'll be the assistant pavilion master when I become pavilion master, and that is definite. Of course, I have to remind you that the main decisions will be made by the pavilion master at the end of the day." After everybody arrived at a public square, Austin looked at Fane happily as they stood on a tall platform. He once again highlighted the status of a pavilion master, fearing Fane might not have a good grasp of the notion.
Fane smiled embarrassingly at Austin's words. 'That's for sure. The assistant pavilion master has the word 'assistant' to his title, so it’s natural for him to listen to the pavilion master about everything. Everybody understands this."
"Haha! Good! It's good that this is clear." Austin once again laughed out loudly and seemed to be extremely confident.
Meanwhile, the eight other fortress masters beside them donned weird expressions on their faces. Austin would be furious if he lost the position later.
Elated and confident about everything, Austin then asked after a thought, "Brother Fane, what should we name the new pavilion? I feel that we should choose a domineering and resounding name!"
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