The list contained thirty-seven names.
It was not a large number, but every one of them was a top-tier general who had fought on the front lines over the past three years.
When the Middle-aged Scholar announced the list,
the entire place fell deathly silent, the oppressive atmosphere making it hard to breathe.
Yet, to everyone's surprise, Wen Ruoxue was the only one who stepped forward in the end!
She stood alone before the sect's main hall, her clear eyes fixed on Sect Leader Ling Qingfeng as she said,
"Sect Leader, is handing people like us over to the enemy's disposal one of the prices the sect must pay for surrendering?"
Ling Qingfeng's expression was complicated. He sighed. "You... why must you do this?!"
A few days ago, he had already warned Wen Ruoxue to flee at once.
Yet he had never expected her to be so stubborn, resolutely choosing to stay behind.
"We fought through blood and fire for three years, only to become one of the bargaining chips in negotiations with the enemy. I have finally witnessed just how absurd this world can be."
A trace of self-mockery appeared at the corners of Wen Ruoxue's lips.
No one spoke.
The more than seventeen thousand Kaiyuan Dao Sect experts in the training grounds also remained silent.
The atmosphere was unbearably oppressive.
Within the crowd, Mu Bai quietly clenched his hands, an indescribable grief and indignation surging in his heart.
"Ruoxue, you cannot blame the Sect Leader for this. A few days ago, we all warned you."
Tu Youfang looked dejected, his head lowered. As her master, he could not bring himself to meet Wen Ruoxue's gaze at this moment!
"Master, I understand."
Wen Ruoxue looked calm. "I merely wanted to see exactly how great a price our Kaiyuan Dao