Looking at Yang Jiao and Yang Jian holding their magic treasures, both wearing expressions that clearly said they wanted nothing to do with them, Yu Ding Zhenren anxiously rubbed his hands together.
"My disciples, don't just stand there!"
"Come on, hurry up and test your magic treasures!"
"You two brothers spar with each other and let your master see how they work!"
Yang Jiao was, after all, a hot-blooded young man who cared about his dignity.
He looked down at the greasy food bowl.
His throat bobbed. With a troubled expression, he said,
"Master... Never mind how powerful this magic treasure is."
"But this way of using it is, well, kind of a social death, isn't it?"
"If word gets out, how are we brothers supposed to make a living in the Primordial Era?"
"We don't dare use it!"
At that, Yu Ding Zhenren's face immediately turned stern. He clasped his hands behind his back,
striking the pose of an enlightened master.
Then, with a perfectly straight face, he began to argue sophistically.
"Foolish boy! Your way of thinking still needs work!"
"Remember the truth your master is teaching you today."
"If one person suffers a social death, that's a real social death."
"But if everyone suffers one, who needs dignity?!"
"In the danger-filled Primordial Era, which matters more: dignity or strength?"
"If you're dead, who are you supposed to look dignified for?!"
After hearing this impassioned speech, Yang Jian and Yang Jiao exchanged a glance.
They felt like there was a huge flaw in their master's logic.
But when they thought it over... they actually couldn't find anything wrong with it!
Zhao Gongming, standing nearby, cheerfully came over to back him up.
"Exactly! Senior Brother Yu Ding is absolutely right!"
"You have no idea how miserable your Martial Uncle