"Presumptuous! Do not disrespect your master!"
Taiyi's cold shout immediately cowed the ten Little Suns.
Seeing Taiyi act like such a strict father, Wu Chu figured that even if he did not take these Little Suns as disciples, with Taiyi's severity, as long as they did not leave Ten Thousand Demons Heaven in the future, they probably would not cause much trouble. Of course, if curiosity led them into the Primordial World, that would be another matter. They might be exploited by certain scheming people.
Wu Chu waved a hand and smiled. "Though I am not as powerful as your father, teaching you cultivation is more than within my ability. You must know that when three people walk together, one of them is bound to be my teacher. Every living being born into this world has their own strengths and weaknesses. There is nothing shameful about admitting your shortcomings and learning from others. But knowing full well that you are lacking and still refusing to learn from others—that is truly pathetic. Do you want to become such pathetic people yourselves?"
Under Taiyi's imposing authority, the ten Little Suns all transformed into human forms, each looking exactly like a three-year-old child. They silently pursed their lips, clearly unconvinced.
These beings matured rather slowly, but their cultivation was already far from weak. Each of them was close to the Daluo Realm, and once they reached adulthood, even the weakest would be in the Daluo Realm.
It had to be said that the Golden Crow bloodline was indeed powerful.
No wonder Lu Ya, the sole remaining Little Sun in the original Primordial World myths, had been bent on restoring the Demon Clan's glory. Without such talent, how would he dare harbor such ambitions?
Seeing the unconvinced looks on each of the Little Suns'