All the victorious Outer Sect Disciples erupted in an uproar, every word and every breath of theirs lending support to Xu Yi.
When Internal Envoy Qin had stirred up the crowd, the defeated Outer Sect Disciples had been unwilling to accept their loss. They had wanted to pull Xu Yi down and free up a spot.
The victorious disciples, too, were unwilling to stand alongside a mere trial disciple. And so the crowd's temper grew more and more restless.
But Xu Yi, who understood people's hearts far better, had needed only a few words to stir up the worries in every victorious disciple's heart.
That was right. Xu Yi was being treated this way now, and the price of treating him so amounted to no more than a few words from the examiner.
With this example set, the sanctity of the competition had been shattered.
Once the competition's sanctity was gone, those in power had any number of ways to change the list of disciples entering the Inner Sect all over again.
Stirred by Xu Yi's few words, the victorious disciples immediately realized how dangerous it was to undermine the sanctity of the competition.
After all, until the Inner Sect Disciples were definitively chosen, there would always be enormous uncertainty.
At this moment, they were not defending Xu Yi, but the sanctity of the competition—and that concerned their most vital interests.
As the victorious disciples raised their voices, the defeated disciples' shouts quickly died down.
After all, only a tiny handful had especially thick skin.
The competition was over. Losing was regrettable, certainly, but openly refusing to accept the result took courage.
When they only had to face a lucky upstart like Xu Yi, the defeated disciples had no qualms about making a fuss.
But if they were to keep