"My disciples must each and every one of them be especially upright and unyielding. None of this messy nonsense can be allowed to happen. If it does happen!"
"Then don't blame me for being harsh with you!"
Saint Lord Taichu's threats seemed to be stern orders on the surface, but in truth, he was telling them that his patience was limited. If they could not do as he said, then they would have no choice but to get lost or die.
Just how good was it to be Saint Lord Taichu's disciple? Nearly anyone could sense it behind the scenes.
First of all, they certainly possessed powerful connections. Second, Saint Lord Taichu surely took especially good care of them in their daily lives.
It was not enough that he worried they might not have enough to eat; he also worried that they might suffer grievances or mistreatment in every aspect of life, or perhaps, in Saint Lord Taichu's mind—
Saint Lord Taichu had always believed—
If something like this happened once or twice, it was fine. But if it happened frequently, then in time, he would come to understand what it meant to be stabbed in the back.
A man with a huge scar across his face stepped forward and said, "Master, we would never become that kind of people! To us, that would be an enormous insult—something we can neither accept nor understand."
"Common folk are so innocent and pitiful. We should understand them, not exploit them behind their backs. So, Master, I believe you can rest assured when it comes to us!"
After hearing that, Saint Lord Taichu shook his head helplessly. "I hope you can truly do as you say."
"Rather than merely saying pleasant things to me to make me happy. After all, no matter how