No Longer Their Master

In their opinion, if Cultivation Priest Zhou Yong could do this to their comrade, it meant that he might do the same to them in the future. 

Since that was the case, why should they still speak up for their master? 

They had already done their best to convince him otherwise just now. Now, Cultivation Priest Zhou Yong was no longer their master. 

Cultivation Priest Zhou Yong was afraid that his three disciples would leave him, so he started to speak again in an instant. "It was indeed my fault just now. I shouldn't have said that. I just felt that you were too impulsive and angry. That's why I said what I said." 

"You said those things out of anger? That's not like you, Cultivation Priest Zhou Yong." 

The old man with the huge beard did not call him master anymore. 

"Yes, Cultivation Priest Zhou Yong." 

The moss-covered old man and the elven-eared old man also started talking, their tones clearly carrying a hint of coldness.