After Saint Lord Taichu's disciples caused trouble outside, many people started coming to his door.
Faced with such a situation, no one could truly bear it deep down.
In everyone's heart, being able to stay alive was already something wonderful.
There was even less need to mention all those other messy matters. Those could all be put aside.
Especially Saint Lord Taichu's disciples—now beaten so badly that even their parents might not recognize them.
This made Saint Lord Taichu feel even more helpless.
Saint Lord Taichu told them that when practicing martial arts, they had to learn to strive harder.
They should stop doing all those shady, thieving things.
To put it bluntly, no one would respect them for doing such things.
It might even make everyone think they were utterly unreliable.
Of course, Saint Lord Taichu did not think it was a major issue. As long as he could endure it himself, he would handle it himself.
There was no need to keep letting his disciples put him in a difficult position.
He also hoped that his disciples could correct their attitudes to some extent, but then again—
Judging by how his disciples were, they clearly did not have such good intentions.
They put on one act in public and another behind the scenes.
In short, they always had their own arguments ready.
If you asked them why they could not simply live honest lives,
they would tell you that honest people were usually bullied, and only ruthless, vicious people could survive in the days to come.
Otherwise, there was no point in saying anything.
Outside Saint Lord Taichu's residence, nearly three hundred people had gathered around the place.
Every one of them was exceptionally arrogant and unyielding.
At that moment, Saint Lord Taichu remained fairly composed.
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