These attendants were fawning over him like he was the best thing since sliced bread. And the youth was eating it up with a smug expression like it was ambrosia.
All sorts of praise flew into this youth’s ears nonstop, and it seemed to make his chest puffed out higher.
While walking on the path, anyone who didn’t walk ten feet apart from him, the attendants fawning expressions would turn savage, and use the wooden bamboo sticks in their hands to ruthlessly beat that unsuspecting person.
After leaving those people beaten to a pulp, their savage expressions would turn to smiles as they looked back at the youth. As if they were saying, ‘look, look, young master, I served you well!’
The youth didn’t even show concern that his attendants were going around beating people on the Sword Pavilion mountain. Even though most of these disciples were worker disciples, they were disciples nonetheless.
“Oh my god, it’s Yu Fuangu! He’s going around assaulting us worker disciples again!”