For people like them, no amount of scolding could wake them up.
They always had that dead-pig-fears-no-boiling-water attitude.
The Hundred Spirits Bird behind Saint Lord Taichu slowly came into their view.
"I haven't tasted human flesh in a long time. If you're stone statues, get lost right now."
"Otherwise, I'll use you people as my first targets."
"You should know that, in my heart, Saint Lord Taichu has always been an exalted figure."
"He is not someone that insignificant nobodies like you can simply take as a master whenever you please."
"First of all, do you even have the strength? If you don't, do you think you deserve to become his disciples?"
"And take a look at yourselves. With those faces of yours, why would Saint Lord Taichu accept you as disciples?"
There was indeed nothing wrong with those words.
They instantly left everyone feeling deflated.
Saint Lord Taichu continued, "Fine, him mocking you has nothing to do with me, and it does not represent me. Still, I don't mind you people coming here to ask me to teach you."
"I know your abilities. I understand them clearly."
"You're all more or less the same. There's no use saying any more!"
Of course, these people understood what Saint Lord Taichu meant.
But they were unwilling to leave, because they had admired Saint Lord Taichu for far too long.
Today, they had finally met their idol. If they left now, wouldn't that mean—
They had wasted a perfect opportunity?
One of them helplessly shook his head and said, "If you refuse to accept us as disciples, then our future days will be..."
"No one will think highly of us, and no one will believe we have any strength."
"But you have always been our goal. You have guided us from behind