As for what made the three elders feel inferior, every man understood.
"Xiao—no, Brother Jiang, did you really break through to the Nascent Soul stage?"
Shang Zhengliang had still wanted to call Jiang Siming "Xiao Jiang," but it no longer felt appropriate.
The cultivation world never cared about age or seniority. It only looked at strength. Jiang Siming had been able to kill a peak Nascent Soul cultivator while still at the Golden Core stage.
Now that he had reached the Nascent Soul stage, dealing with them would probably be effortless.
Besides, he wasn't "little" at all, okay? The three of them combined might not even be as big as he was.
Jiang Siming casually wrapped a piece of cloth once around his waist and chest, then walked back from Moon Gazing Platform barefoot, calmly nodding.
The female disciples had all left. Mainly, the three elders were worried that they would damage Jiang Siming's image, so they had driven them all away.
In truth, Old Jiang had wished the three old geezers would leave and all the female disciples would stay.
The three elders were once again struck to the core. They had cultivated for several hundred years before barely reaching the Nascent Soul stage.
Jiang Siming had entered the cultivation world less than five years ago, yet he had already achieved the Nascent Soul stage.
They really wanted to suck in a cold breath and shout, "How terrifying!"
Zeng Shuchang, the elder of Wind Return Peak, forced out a smile and said, "Since Brother Jiang has broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, it's no longer suitable for you to remain a disciple."
"What? Are you kicking me out?" Jiang Siming asked, misunderstanding him.
Tian Yun, the elder of Luoxia Peak, hurriedly waved his hands with a smile. "Brother