After giving them a thorough, cathartic dressing-down, Ye Xiu looked at the young people before him lowering their heads, and felt several degrees more at ease.
No wonder they said regular venting was good for one's temperament. Ye Xiu considered his Dao heart exceptionally steadfast, and he rarely let any excess emotion spill out in daily life. Having gone so long without scolding anyone, when he finally found the chance, he could not help but turn up the heat.
"Wasn't that a little too much, sir?"
An Dongcheng spoke softly from the side, somewhat awkwardly.
Young people cared deeply about their pride, especially at this age when their hearts were proud and lofty. He was of the same generation himself, and before joining the Alliance, he too had been pressured by his mother. Naturally, he understood just how devastating that barrage of scolding could be.
It would have been one thing if someone else had said those words, but Ye Xiu's status was simply too lofty.
Seizing the great upheaval of the spiritual energy tide, he had risen in one stroke from humble beginnings. Before then, he had been wholly unknown, yet the moment he appeared, he shocked the world. He had swept all before him without a single defeat, then founded the Alliance single-handedly and brought about a miracle like Heyang City...
It could be said that among the young cultivators of all Yu Prefecture and its surrounding regions, whether independent cultivators or direct descendants of great sects, who did not regard Ye Xiu as their idol?
Not to mention anything else—within the Alliance alone, an enormous number of cultivators had come solely for Ye Xiu's name.
And compared to the young people who had joined the academy, they naturally harbored similar fantasies:
They too possessed potential that had