"Sect Leader Ye is right! Sect Leader Gongsun, your Iron Sword Sect is rich and powerful, and that's none of our business. But you can't just use your vast wealth to leave us no way to survive!"
"Exactly! How many people are there in Bazhou? How many promising young martial artists come of age each year? If they all run to your Iron Sword Sect, how are our other sects supposed to live?"
"Sect Leader Gongsun, you've gone too far! It's one thing not to charge disciples for their training, but to pay them instead, and more and more at that! This is outrageous!"
The poor bastards ganged up on him, accusing the rich bastard Gongsun Yi of malicious competition that was cutting off the roots of their sects.
If he had faced this situation before, Gongsun Yi would have definitely backed down, maintained the refined demeanor of a graceful gentleman, and then fumed with impotent rage inwardly.
But now, he chose to face them head-on.
