"If you are too weak to protect yourself, why don't you shut yourselves in your room and never come out again? Can you blame others if you are weak?"
"Nobody is born strong, but they strive to be strong! They never complained, but you? As the disciples of the nine righteous sects, aren't you ashamed of yourselves?"
The disciples lowered their heads in shame and clenched their fists. Each of his harsh words pierced through their hearts. They found it hard to breathe, but they forced themselves to listen carefully and swallow their pain.
"You have to overcome your weaknesses and fears, and this makes you strong bit by bit, part by part. Each process has never been easy. The end result is worth every bruise, every wound, every scar, and every blood and tear you face. Your troubles are the price of your strength. Your success is worth the thorns that you walked on!"