He was holding the hand of a little girl several years younger than him, who was hiding timidly behind his back, only revealing the top of her small head.
"The disciples under our sect should be disciplined as well. What good comes from losing your temper with a mortal?"
The middle-aged man in green robes gave a cold snort, then sized up the young man, nodding slightly. "His Dao heart seems decent; he's a promising talent for cultivation, though I wonder about his innate aptitude."
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