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Therefore, seeing how polite my own martial uncle is towards a mere patrolling god,
some disciples felt indignant.
Zuo Yunting turned his head, observing several disciples with the same expression, and the smile on his face faded away as he spoke seriously, "What is your level of cultivation? Aren't you also Gathering Three Qi, yet you look down upon a divine spirit of the same realm?
Those unaware would think each of you has become a True Immortal, so grand is your tone.
Do you truly believe yourselves to be Unrivaled in the World?"
Dissatisfied and worried about his disciples' impetuous mentality, Zuo Yunting admonished them.
"Disciples dare not."
Seeing their martial uncle angry, regardless of whether they agreed or not, the disciples instinctively shrank back, not daring to talk back.
But this was merely lip service; in their hearts, they were still resentful.
