So most people were basically able to stand out.
But some were lazy beyond saving.
No matter how much you talked, they simply would not take your words to heart.
What could you do then? Right?
Saint Lord Taichu adjusted his mindset.
He tried to communicate with his disciples in a more ordinary manner.
But later, he discovered a very serious problem: his disciples seemed incapable of understanding human speech.
"Master, I think our talents are quite good too. Why have you never been able to think highly of us? I personally don't think we're inferior to anyone."
"Besides, many of our fellow disciples have become so ordinary not because of anything else, but because you've been far too strict with us."
"That's why so many of our fellow disciples have lost even their most basic confidence."
Saint Lord Taichu hated this sort of personality the most.
After hearing what Tieqiu said, the disciples around him immediately urged him to shut his mouth.
A younger disciple said with a smile, "Senior Brother, could you say two or three fewer words? Master isn't in a good mood right now. You know that he's been losing his temper with us a lot lately. The only reason he hasn't hit you yet is because he's giving you some face, but you're pushing your luck, aren't you?"
"Exactly. Even when Master is in such a bad mood, he's still willing to bring us out to eat. That shows how highly he thinks of us."
"To be qualified to eat at the same table as him—normally, people like us wouldn't even be able to earn Master's favor."
There was nothing wrong with that statement.
Saint Lord Taichu said with a smile, "Alright, you don't need to keep saying such pointless things to your senior brother."