These three old men seemed to be loyal to their master, but now they were being treated like this. It was really not worth it.
"Master, is this how you see us?"
The bearded old man was very sad, and tears flowed out of the corners of his eyes.
It had been a long time since he had shed tears.
Now that he saw his master's true colors, he really could not hold it in anymore.
Cultivation Priest Zhou Yong had long wanted to abandon this disciple of his. He sneered, "Don't you know what you did just now? Don't you know why I'm treating you like this?"
This was the first time he had heard his master speak so coldly. The old man with the huge beard could not help but be stunned. Then, he frowned and spoke angrily.
"What did I do? Master, please tell me. Then you won't have to treat me like this!"
Although he understood his master very well, he still could not understand why his master would say such words to him.