No Pressure, No Ability

"You think that if we're talking about having a good temper, then anything goes? If that's all it is, then sure, there's no problem."

But the key was that what they had come up with had already happened several times before.

"I remember you having the best temper. If even you can speak with this kind of attitude now, maybe all that stuff before was just an act."

Zhou Qinglan felt that his patience had been completely exhausted.

"No wonder the people of the Demon Suppression Division are all so irritable. Who wouldn't get irritated after learning about something like this?"

"What irritability? You should be speaking to us calmly. Even now, we haven't seen any real feedback from you people."

The Feiyun Sect of today was already worlds apart from what it had once been.

Trying to change all this through ordinary means was basically impossible.

In any case, he still had his own ideas, and he had completely guessed how things would need to be resolved afterward, judging by the way this round had unfolded.

"Why not just forget about this sparring match? We couldn't beat him to begin with. Why do you insist on making such a fuss? Are you sick of living, or do you think you can shoulder the main pillar now?"

Quite a few people actually knew their own limits.

But the rest were another matter entirely.

"This is nothing more than one opportunity. What exactly is he putting on airs for? And Old Chen, why is he standing here spouting all that nonsense again?"

At the time, he had been terribly conflicted, before finally reaching a conclusion.

But now he realized that these people simply were not worth his doing all that for them.

"You saw what happened this time too. I don't