Taiyi Zhenren also came over to join the commotion.
"You people from the Jie Sect feel bad for your Eldest Martial Brother.
We of the Chan Sect... honestly, it was quite rare to see Master scold someone.
He was not usually like that."
A Chan Sect disciple quietly chimed in, "Master usually does not even scold us. If we do something wrong, he only has to look at us once, and we feel like we ought to go face the wall in reflection."
"What about the one in the light screen?"
"The one in the light screen looked like he wanted to refine martial uncle Tongtian on the spot."
Tongtian himself watched the version of himself in the light screen, neck craned as he argued with Yuanshi, and rubbed his nose.
He remembered that when he had brought Duobao back that day, Second Brother's face had been every bit as cold as Yuanshi's in the screen.
"I was... a little hotheaded back then, but Second Brother's words were too harsh too."
After being lectured, he had been full of anger and had thought Second Brother utterly unreasonable.
But afterward?
Second Brother had scolded him, and confined him, but whenever it was time to explain the Dao to Duobao, he had never missed a single session.
He stroked his chin and muttered.
"Second Brother's temper... he is only stubborn with his words.
I should give in to him next time."
[With a sweep of Yuanshi's sleeve, Su Miao's vision blurred. She was swept into a Side Hall, with that fluffy little creature stuffed into her arms.
The hall doors shut, and icy Dao Sound washed over them like a tide.
"All things are in order, each settled in its proper place... One's foundations are fixed, one bears the karma one deserves,