The tall young man said, "I knew it, who in this world doesn't know that the Thousand Faces Demon Lord simply doesn't have any disciples? How could you, Senior Brother, possibly take his words seriously!"
The round-faced middle-aged man chuckled lightly, "Indeed, the Thousand Faces Demon Lord doesn't have disciples. Even if he did, it definitely wouldn't be this person.
The kind of person who could become a disciple of the Thousand Faces Demon Lord must be a standout among those of extraordinary talent, and with the status of being his disciple, they would probably walk with their noses pointed to the sky, without even needing to look at people with their eyes.
How proud must that kind of person be to converse with us outer sect disciples with such courtesy?"
"Indeed, that's so!"