Yue spun around to face Solomon. Her emerald eyes blazed with sudden fury.
"You cannot do that!" Yue protested, pointing her jade fan at his chest. "That technique forms the absolute foundation of our sect's defense. Distributing our legacy to foreign armies violates our strictest laws. If you teach these soldiers our footwork, rival factions could easily spy on their drills, analyze the stances, and develop direct counters. You would essentially be handing our enemies the blueprint to slaughter our disciples!"
'Her logic makes sense for a hidden martial world,' Solomon thought to himself. 'But she is missing one undeniable flaw in her argument.'
Solomon raised his free hand and pointed a finger directly at the floating bronze owl hovering over his shoulder.
