The Ceremony Hall Cultivators knew each cultivator's Spirit Companion inside out. They had deliberately made their selections.
Li Shuidao's eyes gleamed darkly.
Even Golden-Faced Gentleman couldn't tell which of the Five Poisons Spirit Companions the disciples had, but the Ceremony Hall Cultivators could.
The Sickle Guards of the Law Enforcement Hall generally had cultivation in the Spirit Refining Realm, while the Ceremony Hall Cultivators were comparatively weaker, usually only at the Spirit Awakening Early-stage. Yet their identities were mysterious, and they controlled the sect's administration.
Members of ordinary Cultivation Families could never enter the Ceremony Hall. At the very least, cultivators from the Li Family of Divine Wood City weren't qualified.
The Ceremony Hall controlled the trials, merit, and even the allocation of cultivation resources. Every disciple's place of origin and background was recorded in the Ceremony Hall's books. Their authority far surpassed that of the Law Enforcement Hall.
Li Shuidao's gaze flickered. Standing at the cell door, he said to Li Shuilong in the cell on his left, "Li Shuilong! Listen to me. The essence of the sect's trials is that the strong grow stronger while the weak die. Trash has no right to survive. If nobody throws down their card in the next round, you throw yours down!"
"And throwing it down would just mean getting sent to my death." Li Shuilong looked troubled. Although he had prepared himself mentally, when the moment of life and death drew near, he still hesitated and faltered.
He had never dared to throw down his card and face death. He could only wait for the Ceremony Hall Cultivators to cheat and draw his card for him.
He had accepted that he might die, but he lacked the courage to meet death.
"If you throw down your card yourself, the Ceremony Hall