Chapter 1287: Harder
The words darkened the atmosphere, the laughter doing little to alleviate the heft of it all.
The death of an in-name disciple wasn’t rare. In fact, it could be said that it happened quite often. The survival rate among in-name disciples was decent at around 60% or so, and that made sense—considering unless you were special in some way, you would never catch the eye of a Lineage Head to begin with.
But that still meant that they died 40% of the time. It was common enough to the point that almost one died for every two that were introduced. It was hardly something that would shock the masses.
That said... the death of one in-name disciple at the hands of another was a different matter entirely. The fact that it was almost near the end of the 713rd cycle only made it worse.
The closer you were to the end of a cycle, the less time a Lineage Head would care to spend on a new disciple. F-tiers and E-tiers, and even those at the beginning stages of the D-tiers, would require far too much hands-on help.
A disciple was also the reflection of a master’s capability as well. And if the Lineage Head of the following cycle didn’t descend from the former Lineage Head, it would be considered a breaking of the line of succession and an insult to the Lineage Head’s former master—not to mention a stain on their future as a core member of the Sanctum following this.
That was to say that every Lineage Head, even those that took in many disciples, would take each one very seriously. There were good odds that the very best disciples a Lineage Head would take in would be the first few and the last few.
For someone usually as selfish as the 713rd Rhino Warlord to take in a disciple at this time, whoever it was had to be someone he had high hopes for.
And now... that person had died... at Sylas’ hand?
The most ridiculous part was that Sylas hadn’t even mentioned it, as though he didn’t care very much at all.