At these words, the ten or so undercover junior brothers behind Su Ling'er froze. The Spiritual Power they had just begun to circulate stagnated, and their movements halted mid-action.
"A new disciple grand competition?"
"So… it's just us new guys fighting other new guys?"
"Wait, First Senior Brother,"
"This… how can a competition like this be called the sect's grand competition?"
"Are you and the other senior brothers and sisters… not participating at all?"
This question voiced everyone's doubts.
The grand sect competition they had imagined in their minds was one of soaring spiritual light and clashing magical treasures—a spectacle where the sect's strongest experts vied for supremacy.
But the current arrangement had turned it into a squabble among a group of newly-initiated disciples.
An alarm bell exploded in Su Ling'er's mind.
'Something's wrong! This is definitely not right!'
'What is this devil planning now?'
