When his name was read out.
Although he knew he was a nobody within the sect and unlikely to draw anyone's attention, Wang Ba's heart still instinctively tightened.
Bai Yu paused slightly and glanced at him, seeming to notice something, a hint of surprise in his eyes.
At the same time, the black-robed cultivator Lu Yuansheng actually turned his head slightly upon hearing Wang Ba's name, his gaze sweeping over him.
Feeling the gazes of these two cultivators, Wang Ba felt as though thorns were digging into his back. He lowered his head and quickly walked over.
Fortunately, few people noticed this scene.
Before long, Bai Yu stopped calling names.
Wang Ba was somewhat surprised. He had thought everyone would be assigned a place, but only a tiny portion of them had been called.
"The rest of you may proceed in formation."
With those words, Bai Yu led the people whose names he had called away from the crowd.
Wang Ba swept his gaze over them and found men and women, young and old, with nothing in common.
Bai Yu then said bluntly:
"You all pulled strings through various channels to get here. But battles to destroy sects and wipe out their lineages have always been dangerous. I cannot guarantee you will survive either. Remember to stay behind me when the time comes. If I have strength to spare, I will naturally help you."
Understanding dawned on Wang Ba, and he glanced at the people around him out of the corner of his eye.
So everyone here had connections?
But I never asked anyone to pull strings for me. Could it be...
Wang Ba immediately thought of Yu Changchun.
During their last meeting at the teahouse, Yu Changchun had indeed said he would ask that martial uncle to look after