Saint Lord Taichu said to Tieqiu, "Do you think that just because I didn't send you to do this, it means I don't value you? That's not the case. Don't overthink it. Just honestly do what you're supposed to do, and that will be enough. You never need to worry about any other messy nonsense, because I've always believed that no matter how much you worry, it's useless and meaningless."
"Take me, for example. I've practiced martial arts for so many years. Look at me now—I basically don't need anyone to worry about me. Even if this brat shows up, I can deal with him easily. Besides, fear will only make you more anxious. It can't bring you anything useful or meaningful."
Saint Lord Taichu did not have much time to comfort his disciple right now, because he still had many challenges to face. The group before him had come here, and it was obvious at a glance that none of them were pushovers. Every one of them wanted to clash with him head-on.
"Lord Saint Lord Taichu, I've heard of your great name for a long time. I came here today to fight you to the death and see whether you truly have what it takes to deal with me. If you do, then let's go!"
Another man was named Zhu Yeqing. His name sounded particularly vicious, but in truth, he was generally rather gentle and mild-tempered.
He was not as sinister, cunning, and terrifying as people imagined.
Zhu Yeqing had participated in competitions before, even martial arts tournaments.
In Zhu Yeqing's heart, he had always believed that—
only opponents like Saint Lord Taichu were worthy of respect. Everyone else, in his eyes, was like a pile of shit, unworthy of his respect.
At that moment, Saint Lord Taichu