The disciples of the Peach Blossom Sect also had tears in their eyes as they clenched their fists tightly.
The glimmer of hope that had just ignited in their hearts seemed to shatter instantly, ruthlessly pierced by Elder Lin of the Wuhua Palace.
"Even if... even if it allowed us to harbor a sliver of fantasy, it would have been something."
"Indeed, without true strength and talent, does one not receive even a shred of due respect anywhere?"
"The Sword Sect is the same, isn't it..."
"..."
Until now, every disciple who had taken the stage from the Ten Great Sects was the elite of their sect. Just as the Wuhua Palace Cultivator said, the only reason for the existence of the weak in this world is to serve as a backdrop!
Is serving as a backdrop all we are good for?
