"To put it bluntly, I don't think you're even qualified to be a boss."
"Why not just have all those disciples behind you stay with Laozi instead? Laozi may not be anything special, but to put it bluntly, his character is exceptionally noble."
"I'll definitely lead your disciples to eat and drink well. There won't be any problem at all. If you don't believe me, just transfer all your disciples under my name."
He hadn't expected the other party to be so worked up over this. Saint Lord Taichu had long since been enraged by his behavior. In Saint Lord Taichu's eyes, his disciples were his disciples, and no one was allowed to meddle with them.
After all, he had painstakingly raised them himself. He would not tolerate even the slightest provocation from anyone else.
Saint Lord Taichu said to him, "Stop talking. My disciples at least have taste. Do you really think they could take a liking to you, brother? Stop spouting all that nonsense."
Dragon King was terrible in every regard, whether it was his appearance or anything else.
He looked no different from a stray dog by the roadside. But why were so many people following him behind the scenes? Did they think he was particularly formidable?
Actually, that wasn't the case at all. The reason was simply that, in their hearts, they believed—
that by following their boss, they at least wouldn't have to go hungry nine times a day. They could regularly get a full meal, and perhaps that was already something wonderful to them.
After all, if someone took his subordinates out and kept them hungry every day, he would definitely become the laughingstock of the world.
If you couldn't even feed your own subordinates, what was the point of putting on all that