Elder Gang stiffened, beads of sweat forming on his brow despite his strong front. He could feel the eyes of the other two elders boring into his back, a bit fearful and hopeful that he might actually expose a flaw in this new hierarchy.
"No. I don't dare to, Shopkeeper. But I doubt them," Gang spat, pointing a calloused finger at Lei Hu and Iron Pan. "Equipment is a crutch for the weak. A 6th Gate master controls the flow of martial qi outside the body. We shape the world with our will. These two? They are brutes wrapped in shiny metal. Without your charity, I could crush them both with one hand."
"Well, you cannot do that now that they've bound the armor to them. You are free to challenge them if you care so much about how they will be above you."
