Inside the mysterious space.
A woman's angry voice rang out. "Not a single one of your disciples and descendants is any good—they're all as bad as you!"
"Hehe..."
A man gave an embarrassed chuckle.
"Honestly, I never taught them much of anything. The little ones figured it all out on their own."
"Birds of a feather flock together; a crooked beam makes a crooked roof. When the old ancestor is this rotten, can you expect the disciples below to turn out well?" the woman sneered.
The man sounded somewhat stifled as he said flatly, "I may be bad, but you're not much better, are you? You're even worse than me—it's just that you hide it very deeply."
The woman fell silent.
"Just now, you gave Little Dragon a scare. It must have left it with the shadow of going into deviation. Who knows whether it'll still dare to keep cultivating afterward?" the man said leisurely.
The woman replied coolly, "If it doesn't cultivate, it won't have any chance to rise. So it can't possibly refuse to cultivate."
"Then let it cultivate."
The man smiled. "Chen Changming's cultivation progress has been rather slow all along. It's good to take this chance to improve it."
The woman gave a faint acknowledgment.
The man let out a surprised sound. "You keep talking about my disciples and descendants, but you have no shortage of your own. Every last one of them is so rotten they have sores on the soles of their feet and pus on the crowns of their heads. Why hasn't a single one shown up so far?"
"How dare you speak like that? My disciples and descendants aren't nearly as bad as you say!" the woman snapped furiously.
The man smiled and muttered to himself, "The people of the Heavenly Toad