Saint Lord Taichu had been somewhat short-tempered lately, but it was all normal.
After all, his disciples had opened many Martial Arts Halls outside. They had grown up and become steady adults.
They always dragged their feet when doing things, and that was something Saint Lord Taichu had no way of controlling.
Saint Lord Taichu smiled and said, "Let me ask you something. Have you been seeing Ye Wenjun's wife lately?"
"I've heard plenty of people saying that you've set your sights on Ye Wenjun's wife. You brat... you're not serious, are you? Why are the things you do always so bizarre?"
Saint Lord Taichu's words were directed solely at Tieqiu. Pipi instantly wanted to argue back, but then remembered that his master disliked liars.
Tieqiu trembled slightly and was about to explain when an old man from Deep Pond said with a smile, "That disciple of yours really likes picking up bargains."
Ye Wenjun had not been dead for long, yet he had already set his eyes on the man's wife.
"And he even said that he would take good care of her from now on. After hearing that, I found it utterly absurd."
"There are plenty of flowers in the world. Why obsess over a single blossom? That saying suits you perfectly."
"And that woman isn't just anybody—she's Ye Wenjun's wife. Your master just sent him to the afterlife, and she's still mourning before his memorial tablet, yet you're already doing something like this, aren't you?"
"I think you're not very decent in either conduct or behavior. In fact, I particularly dislike you. Enough, don't say another word."
"From now on, people may treat this as a joke. You should prepare yourself—you won't be able to hold your head up in front of everyone anymore."
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