Saint Lord Taichu had always believed that only under immense pressure could a person truly become a so-called genius. If someone still remained carefree and unserious under such pressure,
then it meant that no matter what he did, he would almost certainly be unable to succeed. Saint Lord Taichu had judged people for so many years that he had long since seen through such things clearly.
Recently, Saint Lord Taichu had barely had a single happy day. Nearly every day, he remained in a rather gloomy state. He had summed it up himself and felt there was a high chance that his disciples had been placing tremendous pressure on him behind the scenes.
Because they had failed to live up to expectations, while Saint Lord Taichu was someone who loved comparing himself to others. In his heart, he believed that his disciples ought to be far stronger than anyone could imagine. That was what made things meaningful. If his disciples could not improve day by day and instead kept falling further behind, then he, as their master, would only become more and more inadequate.
After Saint Lord Taichu finished scolding them, he immediately fell silent. At first, these disciples had still been quite willing to speak patiently with Saint Lord Taichu, but as time went on, their tempers grew increasingly irritable.
"I do all this for your own good. I'm afraid you won't amount to anything, and I hope you can rise step by step, become the so-called dragons and phoenixes among men. Yet you turn around and bite Laozi. In my eyes, even the beasts outside are better than you. At least those beasts know to show gratitude at critical moments."
After every word was spoken, the people before him immediately stared in stunned silence. They could understand what