"What's there to panic about!"
"As long as I, Dong Changsheng, am here, I won't let you come to the slightest harm!"
"I'll get you across!"
"Get us across?"
One of the disciples was stunned.
"That's right," he said, pointing to his own arm. "I'm going to throw you over!"
As soon as he said this, the disciples' faces turned even paler than before.
They instinctively glanced down at the pitch-black abyss below, then looked at the other side, their legs already starting to feel weak.
"N-no, please don't, Mr. Dong!"
"It's too far! What if... what if you miss...?"
"Yeah, Mr. Dong, is this really okay? I... I'm scared!"
Seeing their pathetic state, the smile on Dong Changsheng's face instantly twisted into a scowl. He roared at them:
"What a disgrace! Look at you all!
Crying and whimpering, what kind of behavior is that!
We are Cultivators, seekers of the Dao! If you don't even have this much courage, how will you ever face your tribulations!
