"Haha, the choice is yours!"
Hearing this, even An Jing couldn't help but laugh to himself.
He didn't believe the Demon Sect would lie about this—the remaining hundred and eight were all elites, and even if they did not awaken their Fate Pattern, they could reach a level of Inner Breath like Tide similar to Instructor Li's in the future. They would suffice as the backbone of an organization's middle or lower echelon.
Even if they failed, the Demon Sect wouldn't do anything to the survivors.
Such words seemed righteous and magnanimous, deliberately skimming over the heavy issues as if death were an unlikely event, while emphasizing the glory of the 'successful' and the guaranteed treatment for the failures.
As for the rhetoric of 'making one's own choice'...
While the Master of the Medicine Manor spoke, An Jing detected a strange scent.
