Even with Lin Xuan's depth of shrewdness, his expression changed abruptly. As for the other cultivators, there was even less need to say it—they all began clamoring at once.
Although those who participated in trade fairs for Core Condensation cultivators had been screened in the past as well, the conditions set forth had always been fair and reasonable.
For example, bidding.
The three slots would be auctioned off like items. Whoever offered the higher price and was willing to give more spirit stones to the Heavenly Eye Sect would obtain the qualification to attend the trade fair.
Or...
In short, there were many selection methods, but never had there been one as absurd as this time, so nakedly forcing everyone to slaughter one another.
Seeing the noisy scene below, Zhou Hai remained perfectly composed. With a calm expression, he said, "Fellow Daoists, if you are dissatisfied with the conditions our sect has offered, you may withdraw. My Heavenly Eye Mountain has not the slightest intention of forcing anyone."
As soon as these words came out, the clamor below instead died down. The cultivators looked at one another, and in the end, aside from a small number who lacked confidence in their own cultivation, everyone else unexpectedly chose silence.
Naturally, Lin Xuan would not withdraw. Seeing this scene, his heart could not help but stir. How could a mere trade fair have such great allure? Could there be some other hidden story behind this?
"Good. Since all you fellow Daoists have chosen to stay, come up and draw lots!"
A hint of smugness appeared on Zhou Hai's face. He patted his Storage Bag, and a wooden box that had clearly been prepared long ago was taken out by him.
No one knew what this box was made of, but it could