On the training grounds, the disciples looked at each other, completely lacking the furious outcry Lin Hui had expected.
Most of the young faces showed not anger, but indifference. They were likely waiting for someone else to take the lead.
'That makes sense,' Lin Hui thought. He now understood. The Black Dragon Sect had grown so rapidly by essentially poaching all its disciples. A sect built on such a model, no matter how large, could never foster a true sense of belonging or loyalty.
Standing at the entrance, he glanced around. When no one responded, he turned to look at Chen Yuan and the others.
Chen Yuan's face paled, and he instinctively took a step back. He didn't dare face Lin Hui. Even Wang Hongshi had been defeated in an instant. If he stepped up, he would just be asking for a beating; there was no other possible outcome.
