Thinking of this, Wang Xian smiled faintly.
He said, "Sir, I once heard someone in the Demon Realm say, 'Those who are not of my clan will always harbor different intentions.' There's really no reasoning with the demons and monsters here. In the end, all we're comparing is our fists."
What sage would not save, what gentleman would not contend—saying such things to the tree demon before him would probably be like playing a lute to a cow.
The fox before him had competed with him using fists, and naturally, the old man before him was no different.
Hearing this, the teacher was filled with emotion.
At the end of the day, the logic of the monsters of this world depended entirely on their own temperaments.
Only after transforming into human form and entering the mortal world, finding a private school or Academy, and then seeking out a sensible teacher would there be the slightest chance of getting them to understand the word "propriety."
Otherwise, which monster did not dream of becoming powerful, free and unrestrained, above the law and beyond all restraint?
Whenever they met a person or a monster, they compared fists, and only thought of running when they could no longer win?
The teacher, however, had clearly continued to restrain himself within the rules.
Looking at the old man, he said with a smile, "If you refuse to reason and insist on making things difficult for my student, I'll have no choice but to cut away a thousand years of your cultivation. If you leave now, it's not too late."
The old man flew into a rage. "What are you supposed to be? You think you can ruin the old man's good deed?"
Hearing this, Wang Xian let out a soft sigh. He opened his mouth, and