Though some forced themselves to remain calm, anyone who had been through this could still see the unease in their expressions.
Strangely, however, even though they could neither sit nor lie at ease, none had considered withdrawing.
Junior Brother Feng watched them expressionlessly. This was the twenty-ninth batch of cultivators sent over in three years.
And in those three years, cultivators like these who went to Qingyang Peak had never returned!
After a moment's thought, he spoke as he always did:
"I have already explained the dangers of this assignment. Nine out of ten will die; the odds of survival are extremely low."
"If any of you are having second thoughts, there is still time to withdraw."
"Once you reach Qingyang Peak, there will be no turning back."
Class divisions in the Cultivation World were a thousand, ten thousand times more rigid than in the mortal world.
For ordinary cultivators without connections or backing, every step forward meant enduring hardships and dangers, often at the risk of their lives.
Those who managed to rise above the rest were often outstanding among their peers. Some ruthless individuals never hesitated to stake their lives on an opportunity.
Before joining Qing Yang's faction, Junior Brother Feng had also been an ordinary cultivator without backing. He knew their struggles well.
Thus, even knowing that they were unlikely to withdraw, he still asked as a matter of routine.
"Thank you for the reminder, Senior Feng. Our minds are made up. We will not withdraw!"
After a breath of silence, the seven cultivators spoke in succession. Not one was willing to withdraw.
This came as no surprise. The dangers of the assignment had already been explained when the experimental subjects were selected.
Those who dared participate despite knowing the risks would naturally not withdraw so easily.