Noel nodded, leaving Fane speechless. Since arriving in the Hestia Continent, he has heard about the imbroglio between the Dual Sovereign Pavilion and Muddled Origin Clan. The two factions had held deep grudges against each other for a long time and with the resources secret place acting like a fuse, the two factions could break out in a fight at any moment.
For this reason, the Dual Sovereign Pavilion specially recruited many new disciples and lowered the entry specifications, but after all that, they decided to end the war just like that? Fane's speechless expressions were all written on his face. Noel and Alan looked at each other and naturally understood what Fane was thinking.
"It's totally absurd, right? We were rendered speechless as well. They called a stop on the war on the fifth day since it started which was around the third or fourth day you were inside the Array Eye Door. All the disciples, deacons, and others who participated in the war were all called back. Fortunately, the casualties were not serious, and only five or six people died. After all, everyone was only in the probing stage at the beginning of the war," said Alan with a smile.
Fane leaned forward again, his right eye winced and his face was filled with confusion. "What’s the point of going through all that trouble to end the war in five days?"
Noel chuckled lightly and sipped a drink of tea. "Yes, why go through all that trouble? But you know, something else happened today that will make you even more speechless."
Fane immediately turned his head and looked at Noel who continued on, "Today, the Dual Sovereign issued another announcement saying they want to recruit another batch of informal disciples within five days."
Fane's eyes were instantly covered with doubt. Why do they still want to recruit more informal disciples? The war has stopped, and there is no shortage of disciples in the Dual Sovereign Pavilion. What’s the use of recruiting so many disciples? Every Clan association wants to choose the best of the best to be nurtured but what’s the point of choosing from the rejected lot?
Alan obviously could not figure it out either. He asked curiously, "Why are they doing this? I really don't understand. Could it be that the Dual Sovereign Pavilion has a shortage of disciples?”
The three of them knew clearly in their hearts that there was no shortage of disciples. Moreover, the resources of the Clan associations are limited. They would need more resources if they planned to recruit more disciples. Even Fane's batch was already a little over the limit. Thus, it was natural for them to be suspicious.
"I didn't understand it at first, but after thinking about it, I kinda understand what they're doing. Do you know how the war stopped?" said Noel steadily.
"I heard it was the Thousand Leaves Pavilion who stopped it," said Alan without skipping a beat. "Thousand Leaves Pavilion? with an eyebrow raised. Although Fane only said three words, Alan and Noel were stunned at the same time.
Noel glanced at Fane speechlessly. He placed the teacup he was holding on the long table, turned his body, and with a complicated expression on his face said," Have you really been living under a rock all this while? How could you not know about the Thousand Leaves Pavilion?"
Fane really did not know. Before entering the Clan association, he had planned to slowly find out more about the West Cercie State but once he entered, it was one thing after another and thus he did not know much about this world.
He had subconsciously uttered out the three words. He had let his guard down since he regarded Noel as his friend. Fane rubbed his nose and said, "Yes, I have mentioned that I've been living under a rock and know little about West Cercie
State."
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