The Old Man's voice suddenly escalated, a hint of anger flashing across his face.
"So what!"
"Don't think I don't know what you people are thinking! People with outstanding Talent like him are your disciples, but those losers? They aren't, and they're not worth your attention, are they?
I'm telling you, your thinking is all bullshit! From top to bottom in your Sect, except for a few promising young ones, all of you are just beasts! There's not a single worthwhile thing among you; the Sect is doomed to be ruined by your own hands!"
The Old Man rebuked angrily, roaring without any reservation.
He almost wished he could kill everyone standing before him right then and there; why feed these wastrels any longer? At that time, he still had the greater interests of the Sect in mind and didn't act rashly.
Now, it seems, perhaps killing them wouldn't draw any opposition, right? Anyway, those fellows are at most like a pack of freeloaders, just for show.
