Holding the hand of a little girl a few years younger than him, who was hiding timidly behind his back with only half her tiny head peeking out, he said,
"The disciples in our sect really need some discipline. What good does it do to lose your temper with a mortal?"
The middle-aged man in green robes let out a cold snort, then looked the young man up and down before giving a slight nod.
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