The Sect Master of the Taixu Dao Sect felt a burning sensation on his face, as if a basin of boiling water had been poured over him. He felt utterly humiliated and ashamed, yet what could he possibly do? His cultivation was terribly low—negligible, even.
Anyone stronger could crush him to death with a single kick. What options did he have? He could only shrink back like a turtle hiding its head, not daring to let out so much as a fart here. If he dared to make a sound, he feared he would instantly become a corpse, and it might even implicate his entire sect.
Thus, faced with the mockery of the White-robed Taoist, the Sect Master of the Taixu Dao Sect did not dare to say a single word. The disciples below also felt humiliated and deeply aggrieved.
Chapter 212