Dragon Saliva Toad, Demon Essence Fruit

"But I kept watch for the team!" the man desperately explained.

"That's why I gave you one mid-grade Saint Medicine. Otherwise, you wouldn't have gotten even one." Chen Mo spoke expressionlessly.

Then he turned his gaze toward the dissatisfied members and shouted, "Have any of you contributed to the group? You refuse to work when it's time to plant, yet you want a share when it's time to harvest. How can there be such a good deal in this world? If you're unhappy, you can leave. You don't have to stay with the team."

Chen Mo reprimanded them without mercy.

After all, he had only been the Fire Pavilion Master for a few days. Though he had defeated Ye Ming, he did not yet possess much authority in Fire Pavilion and could not intimidate these members.

He had deliberately allowed this to happen earlier and had not warned them. He had been waiting for them to speak up so he could put them in their place and establish his authority.

Otherwise, once people's hearts scattered, the team would become difficult to lead.

Just think about it—if people could gain rewards without contributing, how would those who did contribute feel?

"The Pavilion Master is right. Liu Zhi, you got a mid-grade Saint Medicine just for keeping watch. The Pavilion Master has already treated you well enough. With the little effort you put in, do you still think you can compare yourself to Nuo Xin?" Someone began criticizing Liu Zhi.

Soon, more and more people joined in.

"Ye Huan, you want to be allocated Saint Medicine without doing anything? Do you think Weeping Blood Land belongs to your family?"

"Chen Ou, you want Saint Medicine? Are you worthy?"

After the wave of criticism, those who had not contributed were too ashamed