"Master, is there something… about this?"
Qi Yun didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear.
The Holy Sect has always treated everyone the same.
It schemed against outsiders.
And it didn't go easy on its own, either.
A pie this big and seemingly sweet had been laid before him without any warning.
He couldn't help but suspect a deadly hook was hidden inside.
The Elder Master didn't answer his doubts directly. Instead, in a placid tone, he stated a fact so cold it was suffocating:
"Since the [Daluo Myriad Skills] was added to the Holy Sect's secret inheritance vault, a total of… twenty-three people have attempted to attain it."
He paused for a moment, as if giving Qi Yun time to digest the number, then continued. His voice was not loud, but every word landed like a hammer blow:
"Not a single one… made it halfway."
Twenty-three people!
None made it halfway!
