Looking at their master, who bore a smile that was not quite a smile, among the three who had been in a deadlock, Zhang Fei Xuan was the first to step forward.
With him taking the lead, the other two, like puppets on strings, walked involuntarily toward Jin Guang.
Each step on this short journey across the square seemed to weigh a thousand catties upon them.
But the master was right...
They were not of the Righteous Path, not even the Righteous Path of this world, let alone the Righteous Path of the Big Senior Brother.
No matter how much they did, how much they contributed to the Jinxian Sect, they were ultimately... of the Demonic Path!
Step...
Their legs carried them into the great hall.
Whoosh!
At once, a chilly wind brushed against the trio's bodies, and their ears seemed to be surrounded by countless sounds.
Greed, hatred, ignorance, rage, sorrow, resentment, jealousy...
