"Also, shut your mouths. People who want rewards without knowing how to give will always die terribly in the end—especially brats like you!"
"You brats are nothing but a disease to me now!"
No sooner had he finished those few words than the place erupted into chaos. No one could remain calm.
Because in their hearts, they believed that he had already lost faith in them. From then on, there was no need to keep doing all that pointless nonsense.
A boy named Iron Egg stepped forward and said to Saint Lord Taichu, "Master, since you always think we're far more useless than you imagined, then let me ask you this: why don't you just send us away?"
"Why do you keep talking behind our backs about all our shortcomings? We know we can't compare to you, but we're not completely worthless, are we? If you keep talking like that, I'm going to be unhappy!"
"Also, Master, I have to tell you something. Those medicinal herbs on your table some time ago—the ones that were especially good for your health—I was the one who brought them to you. I was worried that your health would keep getting worse, so I gave them to you out of concern."
"Don't reject everything about your disciple just because of these little issues. I've always served you with all my heart. To put it bluntly, I might not even treat my own father as well as I treat you. I only go back to see my father once or twice a year, that's all."
"After so long, I barely even feel anything toward my father anymore. But my devotion to you is more genuine than anyone could imagine. Can you understand that? Do you know?"
After Iron Egg finished speaking, Saint Lord Taichu immediately