The Appearance of the Sixth Senior Brother

Watching the disciples below who showed no respect for their master and the Dao, Li Yuanming felt both angry and fearful.

Oh, are there any other temple masters as miserable as he is?

Why did he always get beaten whenever any disciple returned? Doesn't that imply they don't see him as their master?

Wei Feng, with a rugged face adorned by a thick beard, looked sturdy with strong arms, exuding a slightly dusty air.

Glancing at him, Wei Feng appeared displeased. "Wasn't it you who drove Zhouzhou down the mountain?"

Upon hearing this, Li Yuanming felt a twinge of guilt, remembering something, and straightened his posture.

"What do you mean by driving Zhouzhou down the mountain? I raised Zhouzhou with my own hands since she was a child. Do you think I would willingly let her go? Sending her down the mountain was for her own good."

"You see, now Zhouzhou has two fathers, each cherishing her like a gem. Isn't that great?"