Second Disciple hurriedly tried to calm him. "Senior Disciple Brother, you... got worked up again."
Su Mushen roared, "How am I worked up!? Where do you see me getting worked up!?"
He then asked the other disciples, "Am I worked up!?"
Everyone shook their heads together. "No, no, you're not worked up. Senior Disciple Brother, calm down. Don't get too worked up..."
Su Mushen took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. "Since last night until now... Yan Zhao Sect... I fucking..."
Long Aotian quietly backed away, lowered his head, popped up his collar, and hunched his neck.
No need to ask!
It had to be either my adorable Second Disciple Brother or my idiot Junior Disciple Brother. They had pissed off Sword God Manor too.
I didn't dare imagine exactly how they had provoked them.
But they had definitely dragged me into it. They might have even dumped all the blame on me again.
If the Sword God's disciples caught me, I wouldn't be able to explain myself.
As the Head Disciple, I had neither status nor dignity. Nobody could be controlled, and nobody treated me, their Senior Disciple Brother, like a human being.
But there was never any shortage of blame to take. It never stopped!
How many beatings had I taken over the past year because of those two?!
Every great clan and major sect in the martial world wanted to beat me up.
Li Dabai held back a laugh and grabbed Long Aotian. "Son, where are you going?"
Long Aotian looked at him, his voice practically pleading. "I... need to pee."
"Hold it. This is Sword God's Senior Disciple! You don't usually get to see someone this important!"
Long Aotian struggled. "You... let go of me... I can't hold it anymore. Really, Dad, let me go."
"No.