Chapter 692 - 691: Night Murder
Some rumors are not entirely without foundation. The matter of Paisley Kirk being favored by the Sect Leader is likely true to a large extent. If it weren’t true, these disciples wouldn’t discuss it with such relish.
Yusuf Zuck’s heart bled, for he did not know whether Paisley Kirk had been...
He dared not think any further, he was frightened, and he did not know what he would do if that indeed happened, how he would react, what he would do!
Of course, his hatred for Tian Yuan Sect could no longer be described as bone-deep. He wanted to make the sect disappear, leaving not even a chicken or dog alive.
He was patiently waiting, his expression growing increasingly grim.
Finally, the afternoon arrived, and it was time to gather.
All of the Big Fetus Breath realm disciples, whether at the early or late stage, were ordered to assemble at the entrance of the inner gate.
Hector Cooke disappeared, having scooped up a fortune in gold tickets, he had slipped away. He had never cared about being a disciple; what he cared about was money, money, money.
About two hundred or so lined up, and after they were in order, a Golden Pill Monk walked out with a stern face and coldly swept his gaze over the crowd.
"You, from today onwards, will be exceptionally promoted to Inner Sect Disciples. After entering the Inner Sect, you will be given one day and one night to familiarize yourselves with the environment and the rules of the Inner Sect. Tomorrow night, the rigorous training will officially begin," he said.