"This..."
After hearing Sect Master Tongtian's words, all the Interception Sect disciples present were dumbfounded.
Dividing the Interception Sect disciples into four groups, each following a Direct Disciple, was not inherently a major matter, nor was it a bad thing.
After all, pledging loyalty to a Direct Disciple brought considerable benefits, and under a Direct Disciple's leadership, they would progress more quickly.
Although this would divide the Interception Sect internally, the advantages still outweighed the disadvantages.
But the Combat Tournament held once every hundred thousand years was thought-provoking. One-tenth could advance, but another one-tenth would fail. Though they would only be expelled after three failures, the earlier failures had already determined their eventual fate. When that time came...
At the thought of this, those disciples with high cultivation stirred eagerly, their eyes filled with anticipation.
But those Registered Disciples with low cultivation and little potential were burning with anger. Yet they did not dare direct such emotions toward Sect Master Tongtian, Kong Xuan, and the others. Instead, they shifted all of it onto Duobao, whose status as chief disciple had been abolished.
Although he was still a Direct Disciple.
From Sect Master Tongtian's words, however, it was clear that Duobao had already been excluded from the core.
Otherwise, Sect Master Tongtian would not have divided the Interception Sect disciples into four groups, but five.
"Master..."
As if sensing everyone's gazes, Duobao looked bitterly at Sect Master Tongtian. "Disciple, disciple..."
"No need to say anything."
However, Sect Master Tongtian gave Duobao no chance to explain.
That earlier act of admitting defeat had thoroughly broken his heart. It had also caused Sect Master Tongtian to lose faith and recognition in the Direct Disciple he had favored most.
With that thought, Sect Master Tongtian said directly, "Go to the Back Mountain and reflect