"Didn't they forbid the disciples from killing each other? Good! Can someone explain to me why my little brother's corpse now hangs on the ground?" The six disciples whose death Xinzi witnessed were but the first in a series of gruesome accidents. Well, accident becomes an unreliable description when the event happens more often than raining spirit stones at an aristocratic courtesan's first-time sale. In a flash, 37 disciples fell under the stampede of flaming boulders—making their relatives sink into rage and grief.
"Where did you see disciples killing disciples? No one said anything about the formation being harmless. The cultivation road is heartless. Death and treachery run amok. How can a controlled environment produce elite cultivators? You taking your safety for granted doesn't mean that we have to ensure it. If you're dissatisfied, step up and fight? I will give you all an opportunity to avenge your brethren."
