Chapter 21

The Martial Arts Alliance is, quite frankly, inhumane. More than a year ago, the first batch of over a hundred disciples from various sects was confined to this Isolated Island. A year later, another hundred arrived. The justification remained exactly the same as the year prior: disciples who had performed poorly during the crusade against the demonic path. However, this time, the Martial Arts Alliance did not ask the sects to nominate candidates; they pointed them out by name. Whoever was called had to come and serve their confinement. Had they acted this way from the beginning, the various sects might have resisted fiercely. But after the events of the previous year, being targeted in this manner again, while they might grumble behind the scenes, they ultimately accepted it. Among the hundred-plus people summoned this time, half possessed quite remarkable talent. Yet, everyone understood a fundamental truth: by doing this, the Martial Arts Alliance was essentially poaching them—using a semi-coerced approach to pull them into their fold. Although this kind of joining felt like bowing and scraping, did they have any other choice under these circumstances? No.