Xi Mushu also kowtowed to Mo Da just like Feng Qiaoyun.
He thought back to his early experiences of becoming a disciple, feeling guilty in his heart.
Over the years, the dream of inheriting his master's mantle had long been shattered.
"Calm your mind in the days ahead, catching up with your martial sister in Inner Strength is not impossible," Mo Da, with a soft heart after all, comforted his disciples again, "If you were all rotten wood, why would I have taken you as disciples back then?"
All the disciples looked at Mo Da with eyes full of filial piety.
Seeing this, Mo Da suddenly laughed and scolded, "Of course, compared to your eldest martial brother, you are still rotten wood."
Upon hearing this, everyone's faces fell again, looking mournful.
"So, stop harboring complaints about 'me having Zhao Rong inherit the position of eldest disciple directly from me, unfairly promoting him over you all.'