"The Pale Moon Sect isn't as harsh as other Sects," The Alchemy Elder declared, pacing left and right. "It doesn't resort to bloody competitions so that only the most promising disciples will survive."
Liam nodded in agreement. It wasn't only about the comparison with the Divine Cult. Liam had read about other possible challenges the Sects could host, and most were far from safe.
Instead, the Pale Moon Sect only had its annual tournament. It still didn't hold outer disciples in high regard, but it didn't throw their lives away, either.
"But inner and, especially, core disciples are expected to bring honor to the Sect," The Elder continued, interrupting his pacing to head to the shelves. "Winning competitions against other Sects is one way of doing that."
The Elder retrieved a scroll and joined Liam on the floor, unfurling the vast map it depicted.
