Saint Lord Taichu sat beside the arena without saying a word, his expression abnormally serious.
In Saint Lord Taichu's eyes, strict teachers produced outstanding disciples. What he said was no joke; he was completely serious.
No matter what, his sect had to maintain an overwhelmingly strong position. If something trivial happened—such as his disciples ruining its reputation—it would be a loss beyond measure. When he had first begun taking disciples, he had never intended to make money from it, because in his heart, he believed...
Generally speaking, his disciples could not give him much in apprenticeship fees. On the contrary, they depended on him for everything.
Sometimes, when they ran out of spending money, they even had to reach out and ask him for it. Saint Lord Taichu believed that disciples like this...
Would naturally cause him enormous losses.
Saint Lord Taichu asked them, "What is going on?"
"Every one of you is making excuses. Are you willing to follow my lead or not?"
"How much longer are you going to keep making a scene here?"
"You need to understand one thing at all times."
"The reason you are able to survive is because Laozi has supported you."
"I have elevated you in every possible way."
"And what is the most important part? Whenever you had difficulties before, Laozi never said a word and immediately emptied his savings to help you. But there is one condition: you must work honestly and properly for me."
"And train properly too. You must not try to fool anyone. You can fool me for a while, but can you fool me for the rest of your lives?"
"To put it bluntly, with your attitude..."
"I have no intention of wasting any more words on you."
"Those who can get lost, get lost. Leave this