“If things keep going , Baekdo will keep getting pushed back. The scholars and the Cult should clash first to give us some breathing room, but it doesn’t seem like that’s happening. Strangely enough, if the White-Robed Scholar hadn’t subtly intervened, either Cheonak or I would have died today.”
Come to think of it, if the White-Robed Scholar and I hadn’t been there, Cheonak and the Beggars’ Sect Leader would’ve fought each other for three days and nights like in the past.
The Beggars’ Sect Leader is aware that Baekdo is being pushed. Maybe he’s forgotten that he himself is Baekdo’s greatest force. Since we got through this crisis, things probably won’t fall apart as badly as they did in my past life. The scholars won’t find it easy to get rid of the Beggars’ Sect Leader now.
I offered him some advice.
“If you keep in touch with the Alliance Leader or with me, nothing major should happen.”
The Beggars’ Sect Leader nodded.
“I didn’t want to burden you... but all right. Still, Cheonak may be more skilled in martial arts, but the White-Robed Scholar seems to be more of a strategist. He’s an unreadable one.”
“He’s definitely a strategist.”
Then the Sect Leader suddenly asked me with a straight face.
“Zaha, what if I handed over all of my internal energy to you? Could you handle the next fight?”
“There’s no need for that. I refuse.”
“Why? With that energy, you could hold your own even against the Three Calamities.”
“Even a body has its limits. It’ll burst.”
“You’re good at bursting, aren’t you?”
“Exactly. Either way, I need to keep training to expand my capacity first. If I get stronger on my own, that means there’s one more master on our side. Why condense two people into one?”
The Sect Leader asked seriously.
“Is that way of thinking related to your martial philosophy?”