From within the ship’s cabin, Wei Jie stood respectfully in front of Pang Jie. "Ancestor, these newly recruited disciples don’t look like they are willing to obey or comply with Mo Wuji. From the looks of it, it seemed like they’re going to fight. Should I go ahead and berate them?"
Pang Jie replied faintly, "Previously, the group of disciples at our sect were all amiable with each other because our sect was still rather obscured. Now that our sect is going to expand, there had to be competition. As long as nobody dies, we shouldn’t need to intervene when disciples have disputes. A sect like a pool of stagnant water would never progress far."
