First, a great many disciples would definitely come to him demanding refunds on their tuition. After all, his skills were inferior; he could not beat his opponent, yet he kept yelling and posturing. Wasn't that just deceiving himself? Second, Tieqiu had not merely opened many Martial Arts Halls. Under Saint Lord Taichu's guidance, he had also opened many weapon shops and made a fortune from them.
At times, he might have felt that Saint Lord Taichu restricted his personal freedom to a certain extent. But the further things went, the more he understood his master's painstaking intentions. Why had his master not allowed him to do all that messy nonsense when he was younger?
It was because he had been too young then. Whether in terms of energy or other aspects, he had been terribly lacking. If he opened a Martial Arts Hall and trained other disciples, but failed to guide them properly or engaged in fraud and deception, wouldn't Saint Lord Taichu have to take the blame for him behind the scenes?
Saint Lord Taichu told him that once he truly had the strength to solve substantive problems, Saint Lord Taichu would give him a chance to prove himself. But if he never improved and merely stayed where he was, that was fine too—Saint Lord Taichu would simply cast him aside.
Deep down, Saint Lord Taichu believed that such situations occurred quite frequently. Many of his disciples displayed similar traits. First of all, their skills were simply inferior to others'.
They could not compare with others, yet they often looked down on them, always believing themselves to be exceptionally formidable. Sometimes, they even defied Saint Lord Taichu's orders and went out to cause a whole pile of trouble.
At that moment, Saint Lord Taichu glanced at the tendon in