Gen Qing gave a bitter smile. He glanced at Zhen Heyu in the distance and said quietly, "What you said was a little too extreme. Hall Master Qian of the Jade Slip Hall later explained it to this old man as well..."
"Heh heh, wasn't it just about taking some responsibility and applying some pressure, so that the younger generation could curb their arrogance and impatience, which would benefit their growth?" Xiao Hua said disdainfully. "This junior believes merit is merit, and fault is fault. There is no such thing as suppression. Besides, what right do you have to say that suppressing others is for their own good? If you do not let others show their brilliance, does that mean they will definitely shine even brighter in the future? Others have their own **. You have no right to influence others' **!"
At this point, Xiao Hua saw that Gen Qing's expression had darkened somewhat. He took a deep breath and said, "Martial Uncle, this junior became a little agitated. Forget it. This junior did not say anything about what happened at the Great Thunder Hall that day. Even when that person returned, this junior did not use it to claim credit. But later, several thousand Qi Refining disciples surrounded and attacked Myriad Thunder Valley. This junior truly could not swallow it! From that moment on, this junior decided that I would never bow my head before anyone again, no matter what!"
Gen Qing sighed. "When an ordinary man flies into a rage, blood splashes five paces. When you fly into a rage... who knows how many Thunder Control Sect disciples will bleed!"
"Without blood, there can be no awakening! Without the fall of Xuntian City, there would have been no vigilance from the Dao sects!" Xiao Hua sneered. "Perhaps