Even the strongest youths of the sect—who usually stood proudly and untouchable—felt a ripple of tension.
Competing against the entire sect… and the surrounding sects…
for the position of direct disciple?
This was no simple event.
Tian Lei continued:
"The rules will be announced later. But one thing is certain…"
His eyes swept across Su Mingyue, and the others.
"Strength decides everything."
A deep pressure filled the hall for a moment, as if the air itself bowed.
More than a few disciples swallowed nervously.
Fang Qin stepped forward again.
"Sect Master, this is truly a grand decision. But… is there a reason you want three direct disciples at once?"
Tian Lei rested his chin on his hand.
"There is."
The elders leaned forward slightly.
"I'm bored."
Elders: "..."
Disciples: "..."
Everyone fell silent. But they all knew exactly what kind of Sect Master they had, so no one dared to comment. They simply looked at each other helplessly while waiting for him to continue.
