"Now could be a time for reckoning."
Sword Saint Eight Elder Li observed with crossed arms. Despite his disciples being eliminated, he didn't mind. Having roamed the martial world for hundreds of years, he had seen his fair share of surges and ebbs, and the gains and losses of a conference had long ceased to affect him.
Unless, like with Shu Mountain, where for several years in a row they fell in the second round, people of this level generally didn't lose heart when their disciples were expelled. This just means they could now calmly enjoy the spectacle.
