"Ha, who do you think you are? Do you really consider yourself a supreme genius?"
"And you expect us elders to prostrate three times and kowtow nine times to welcome you back? Dream on!"
"You little beast, you are outrageously arrogant! So arrogant you can't even remember who your parents are."
"Without the support of our Ten Thousand Sword Sect, even if you possess the Nine Yang Sword Veins and a Heavenly Divine Weapon, your ultimate achievement will be pathetic. Advancing to the Sword Saint Realm would already be incredibly fortunate. And yet you expect us to plead for your return? You truly have no idea how high the sky is or how deep the earth is."
All the elders were furious, each of them reacting as if they'd heard a ludicrous joke.
They stand high above, infinitely dignified; how could they possibly go and bring Chu Feng back? To prostrate thrice and kowtow nine times is even more out of the question. That is the highest form of homage reserved for inviting Divine Souls.
