Chapitre 568: Clear.

The young man across from Alote wasn't a simple character. He was the young Scion of a prestigious Clan of the Blossom Plane. It could be said that while the geniuses of the Pedestal Plane were practically recruited for the purpose of becoming canon fodder, the geniuses of the Blossom Plane were at the first level for which they could be taken seriously. 

Of course, Alote knew this. However, as a Throne, she wasn't willing to resign herself to such a Fate. 

None of them were fools. The Martial Gods wouldn't just help the weak out of the kindness of their hearts. They had a very expressed purpose for why they were here and she was smart enough to be cognisant of that despite the carefree attitudes of the other fools who thought that they had already made it. 

This was just the first layer of matters, though. There was a deeper, more intriguing layer that needed to be separated out and pieced apart.