He had gone and never returned—until now, when he suddenly came back.
The woman said to Saint Lord Taichu, "Godfather, I think you should take control of the rankings again. There are too many worthless people with no real ability who have occupied the rankings for ages purely through luck."
"They're even recruiting disciples outside and leading people astray. If they keep this up, Godfather, you might end up ruining your reputation!"
Not long after she said that, the many disciples before Saint Lord Taichu began to panic.
Because there was one thing they had never dared to be certain about.
What exactly was Saint Lord Taichu trying to accomplish with this?
"Yes, I think she's right. Disciples, it has been a long time since you last underwent my tests and evaluations."
"It seems I don't even know what your true strength is anymore, so it is absolutely necessary to reshuffle the rankings and set your abilities straight."
"Once I find that your strength has declined and you still insist on staying in your old position, don't blame me for showing you no mercy. I may act one way on the surface, but I'm another person behind the scenes."
"I especially enjoy pulling that sort of stunt."
After just those few words, the people before him looked at one another.
They knew their own strength and level better than anyone else.
Besides, Saint Lord Taichu had always warned them before.
If you didn't have the skills, don't take on work beyond your ability.
Many disciples were now secretly opening so-called Martial Arts Halls. Put nicely, they claimed it was to allow most of the people nearby to learn the essence of their martial arts.
Put bluntly, they were simply using their reputations to swindle and deceive people.
As time went