The relationship between the two of them was rather subtle. But no matter how helpless it made people feel, there was nothing to be done. Saint Lord Taichu now watched the two of them bicker endlessly.
He found it rather speechless. As they argued, they kept damaging each other's reputations. There was absolutely no need for that.
They were all good friends. If there was a problem, they could talk it out together. Instead, you insulted my dignity, I insulted your character, and they cursed each other back and forth. Before long, their conflict would explode. That was why Saint Lord Taichu had always felt they were immature.
If he had to hand all his affairs over to them and let them manage everything, Saint Lord Taichu would be extremely unwilling to accept it.
After all, Saint Lord Taichu felt that if his sect was to endure and be passed down without end, he would certainly need some steady disciples to assist him behind the scenes.
If his disciples did not help him, kept speaking ill of him behind his back, and frequently caused all sorts of trouble for him, he would feel quite miserable. Saint Lord Taichu said with a smile, "Enough. Stop arguing. It's meaningless. If you want to fight, then hurry up and fight."
The moment Saint Lord Taichu finished speaking, Tieqiu immediately launched a sneak attack. Zhang Tiliu charged at him alone with a blade and stabbed it into his chest.
At that moment, Zhang Tieniu felt as though he was on the verge of a breakdown. Why?
Because whenever he fought others, it had always been a fair, open fight between two people. But being sneak-attacked was truly a first for him. Still, as the saying went, all's fair in war. That was roughly the