Bai Guo noticed that every disciple was eagerly exchanging for medicinal treasures and pills. Every person's emotions were relayed to him with perfect clarity through the Demonic Beasts.
Almost all the disciples yearned to become stronger. Faced with such a choice, they could not refuse, for this was practically their only chance to change their own fate.
This, too, was dictated by Origin Xia's external environment. Those permitted to remain at the side of disciples from the Ways had already passed through a round of selection. Those without ambition or a fierce drive to forge ahead had long since been eliminated.
Through the Demonic Beasts, Bai Guo could easily observe these Origin Xia disciples' daily lives. He could see that they did not possess much loyalty toward Origin Xia; what they had was nothing more than fear and unease.
Their circumstances were not much better than those of people from the outer worlds—most were even worse off. At least the outer-world cultivators who had been kept behind still possessed some value to be used. Yet these disciples' lives and deaths rested entirely in the hands of the Way disciples. In the past, they could do nothing, because they could not resist and lacked the ability to do so.
But the Demonic Beasts now gave them a thread of hope. That was why not a single one chose to report this. Though only several dozen people were implicated for now,
once he loosened the restraints, these people would be able to contact one another even without him as an intermediary. They would surely band together. At that point, with only a slight push, even without the Demonic Beasts bewitching them, they would swiftly sever themselves from Origin Xia's upper and middle ranks.
But to say that these people alone could damage