The others were not surprised in the slightest.
To be safe, someone had to make a sacrifice.
And that sacrifice naturally could not be any of them, with their exalted status and formidable strength.
Seeing that he had not moved, Lu Qiwen fixed him with a cold stare. "Do not make me repeat myself!"
The man had no choice. Compared with Lu Qiwen and the others, his background was hardly outstanding. Even if he did not want to obey, it was no longer up to him.
He steeled himself and walked toward Jiang Ruoyao.
"How realistic. And how laughable."
Wu Wang Demon Venerable swirled his wine cup and smiled disdainfully. This was precisely why he hated cultivating friendships with those major powers.
Outside the Kaoshan Sect, anyone could become a pawn at any moment. That was reality, but it was also revolting. He certainly had no taste for it.
Most of those who joined the Kaoshan Sect did so for this very reason. This place was truly wonderful, warming even their Dao Hearts, which had grown colder with each passing year of cultivation.
There was a saying that put it well.
The Kaoshan Sect essentially had only two kinds of people.
Goofballs.
Closet goofballs.
The vast majority fell into one of these two categories. If someone seemed serious, it might simply be because he was a closet goofball who did not show it on the surface.
More often, they really had been serious, unsmiling people before joining the sect, but it never took long for them to catch the bug and become goofballs—or closet goofballs.
Such was the power of spreading the sect's culture!
The Dao Extreme Ancient Temple.
With a Treasure Cauldron hovering above his head and a spear in hand, the man raised his aura to its peak