Choice

Everyone suddenly quieted down. The disciples visibly swallowed, their faces turned somber.

Swearing an oath upon one's Dao Heart was no small matter; it was binding on a cultivator's fundamental path, and breaking it risked devastating consequences.

Bing Rong, who had been observing quietly, crossed her arms and spoke with a soft voice. "This is how the core members of the Silver Fox Sect who went with Shen Yuan rose to such power so swiftly. They chose to follow him wholeheartedly."

She paused and looked around for a second. "You've already seen their strength—most of them can fight far above their actual realm. That's the proof of what's possible under your Young Master's guidance."

The entire crowd of disciples stirred as many remembered the tremendous might of the hundred-plus assassins who effortlessly butchered the Crimson Wolf Clan's army. That kind of power wasn't achieved by simply training in a sect.