If Tieqiu could sort out his own identity and position, doing what he should and refraining from what he should not, Saint Lord Taichu would not have had much of a problem with it.
But Tieqiu now kept pushing himself forward to prove his strength, accepting everyone's challenges and constantly holding his head high as he proclaimed how impressive he was. If something went wrong, would Saint Lord Taichu's plans for him not completely collapse?
That was why Saint Lord Taichu did not feel the slightest bit pleased. Instead, he felt utterly helpless.
After all, he understood better than anyone what kind of troublemaker his disciple was. When it came to studying, Tieqiu was especially lazy and bored. Saint Lord Taichu had to drag him over himself; if he did not, Tieqiu would never show up.
No matter what he did, someone had to supervise him, as if the world owed him a fortune. From that alone, Saint Lord Taichu knew that this brat was destined never to thrive within his sect.
Of course, no one was entirely without flaws or entirely without merits. Tieqiu was far worse than any of his fellow disciples when it came to studying, but in dealing with people, the brat was far better than most would imagine.
Hardly anyone could compare with him. Whenever he saw Saint Lord Taichu during the day, he immediately brought him tea and asked whether his back ached or his legs hurt, and whether he wanted a massage. During holidays, he would even prepare carefully made little gifts and personally present them to Saint Lord Taichu.
That was why Saint Lord Taichu had always said that if Tieqiu had not followed him but had gone to work with someone else, perhaps doing a small business, he would definitely have