These two inner court disciples were specifically invited by Brian Harris as witnesses, just to prove whose judgment—his or Emily Foster's—was better! They were the inner court disciples of Piaoxue Peak, Matthew Turner and Henry Bennett.

However, both Turner and Bennett truly felt this contest was a waste of time, almost to the point of making their teeth ache from boredom. How could they not feel this way? David Clark? Did this well-known guy really need anyone to witness his matches? They simply couldn’t understand what was wrong with Emily Foster to dare use David Clark as a wager against Brian Harris. How much courage did that take?!

Although the bet between Emily Foster and Brian Harris didn’t involve any valuables, for these inner court disciples, reputation was often far more important than material wealth!

Chapter 011: Do Your Best

“Let’s go!”

While Brian Harris and the tall young man sneered, and the two witnesses looked conflicted, Emily Foster simply waved calmly at David Clark, not even glancing at the others beside him, and strode into the valley.

As soon as Emily Foster moved, the three attendant stewards following him, as well as David Clark, all hurried after.

Xueyi Valley was rather long and narrow, about four or five li deep and only one or two li wide. The trial tower for the servant competition was at the deepest part of the valley. As they walked forward, the many servants ahead all made way, and David Clark silently followed behind Emily Foster. Seeing Senior Sister Foster, he felt a bit excited, but didn’t know how to express his gratitude. He decided to prove it with his actions later!

“David Clark, this is all I can do to help you. Two months ago, I agreed to Brian Harris’s bet only because he promised that as long as I accepted, he wouldn’t make things difficult for you during these two months.”

As David Clark walked, a voice suddenly sounded in his ear. It was Emily Foster’s, but when David Clark looked ahead, he saw Senior Sister Foster walking calmly, not even turning her head. The three attendant stewards beside him seemed not to have heard anything either.

“I’ve bought you two months’ time. How far you can go depends entirely on yourself. Even if you lose badly later, don’t worry about it. As for whether you stay or leave after the competition, that’s your own choice.”

Emily Foster’s voice sounded again, her words clearly showing she didn’t expect him to win, but there was still kindness in her tone.

David Clark paused slightly as he listened, wanting to say something but finding himself unable to speak. Emily Foster had chosen to use a voice transmission so others wouldn’t hear, but he didn’t know how to reply in kind.

Helplessly, he kept walking. After that, Emily Foster’s voice didn’t sound again, but David Clark could feel the people walking beside him glancing at him repeatedly. The three attendant stewards following Emily Foster—David Clark recognized one of them: the fourth disciple, Eric Smith, who had given him spirit stones and cultivation methods when he first woke up after joining the sect. The other two were women.

“I really don’t know why Senior Sister Foster is so good to you. Even if she pities you, she doesn’t need to risk her own reputation as a wager. If you lose later, Senior Sister Foster will definitely become the laughingstock of all Piaoxue Peak. Hey, do your best, and don’t lose too badly!”

As David Clark looked to his side, Eric Smith suddenly spoke, also using voice transmission to send his words into David Clark’s ear. The other two women said nothing, just stared at David Clark with conflicted expressions.

David Clark could only give a wry smile. Why was everyone using voice transmission? And why did none of them believe in him! Smiling bitterly, he withdrew his gaze and kept walking. Since he couldn’t say much, he would just do his best—he would never let Senior Sister Foster become a laughingstock of Piaoxue Peak.

A moment later, after trudging through the snow, everyone reached the end of Xueyi Valley. In the flat area ahead, ten white towers stood in a row, each four stories tall.

Each of the ten white towers was about ten meters wide, with number plates from one to ten at the entrances. About twenty or thirty meters in front of the towers was a two-meter-high platform, with an ancient, weathered stone table and stone stools, all covered in snow.

Emily Foster, who had led David Clark here, also stepped onto the platform, casually picked a stone stool, and with a wave of her hand, flames rolled out, instantly melting all the snow on the table and stools. With another wave, a clean cushion appeared on the stool. As Emily Foster sat down, Brian Harris, Matthew Turner, and the others also took their seats.

The five inner court disciples each took a stone table, then took out ten incense burners, placing number plates in front of them. All the preparations were basically complete.

The many servant disciples also moved to the side of the platform, nearly seven hundred people lining up in long queues under the supervision of the ten stewards.

“Wait a moment.” Just as David Clark was about to join the line, a cold laugh rang out from the platform. The laugh wasn’t loud, but it was clear enough for everyone to hear. When David Clark looked over, he saw that it was Brian Harris, who was managing incense burners three and four, smiling at Emily Foster. “Senior Sister Foster, between the two of us… do you want them to compete in the trial towers for results, or should we just spar right here? I think sparring would be quicker!”

As he spoke, Ethan Wright, who hadn’t gone far from the platform, immediately turned back obsequiously, straightening up and looking at David Clark with arrogant disdain.

Emily Foster just glanced indifferently at Brian Harris. “Didn’t you tell me not to rush? Why are you the one getting impatient now? Today we’re here to oversee the servant competition, so let’s focus on that first. Let’s host the competition.”

With that, Brian Harris’s face stiffened, while Matthew Turner, Henry Bennett, and the others could only look on helplessly.