Xan Chi frowned. Aura wasn't the only factor that decided a victor in a fight, but it was a good indicator. He had roamed the cultivation world for some time and had survived many death-and-life battles. This gave him the ability to read his opponents well. Now, what he read from Amon was unshakable confidence that if a fight broke out, his tribes would lose.
He didn't want to believe this, but he couldn't shake his instinct either. He decided not to test his luck. Looking at Fen Nu, he saw in her expression that she shared his thoughts.
"Very well, General Amon," Xan Chi said. "Have it your way, we will listen to what you propose."
Amon waved his arm. The battle puppets marched out of the camp but remained encircling it.
"How did you keep them invisible, by the way?" Fen Nu asked. "I know we can't sense battle puppets, but I can't figure out how you keep so many invisible."
Amon smiled in response. He told them, "Let's speak somewhere less open."
