That evening, Saint Lord Taichu felt that he had not done a good deed in a long time, so he especially wanted to do something good now, to make his life feel a little more fulfilling.
Saint Lord Taichu slowly told his disciples everything that was on his mind.
He had hidden it from almost no one. How had Saint Lord Taichu put it to his disciples? He told them not to fantasize about receiving his property or anything of the sort in the time ahead.
At most, they would only be able to take a portion of the money he gave them and go out to open a small Martial Arts Hall.
After all, Saint Lord Taichu had always believed that—
if his disciples could not learn to grow, how were they supposed to live in the days ahead?
Saint Lord Taichu gathered all his disciples before him and laid bare everything in his heart. Every one of them wore an extremely serious expression.
Some even wondered if he had gone mad.
If he was not good to his disciples, who else could he possibly be good to?
Could he be planning to be good to outsiders instead? Saint Lord Taichu described his thoughts at the time.
Everyone was forced into an awkward expression. Deep down, these people—
were all rather extreme.
"Master, you should know that Tieqiu and Iron Egg, those two Senior Brothers, only managed to rise because of your help. If you had not helped them, they would never have achieved what they have today!"
"Why did you suddenly put on a different face once it came to us? Isn't that just blatant double standards? We disciples have always been utterly loyal to you!"
"We never thought of betraying you or leaving you, but now that