Lancelot exploded into a loud laugh, cutting through the silence that such an obvious but also unthinkable solution had caused.
"Master William, you can't seem to disappoint," Lancelot exclaimed, "But what if the inscriptions prevent the binder from sharing the knowledge? Martial arts also lose value the more cultivators have access to them."
Lancelot seemed to be making things difficult for Liam on purpose, which was true, albeit not out of evil reasons. He was just curious about how Liam would handle the situation. He wanted to see more of that cloaked expert.
Liam couldn't help but glance at Robert again. What Lancelot had said was correct, and Robert's stance declared how he would rather fight than accept that gamble.
'Grace would have known what to do here,' Liam thought, missing his partner already, but still relying on what he had witnessed her do to navigate the predicament.
