As long as one's strength is formidable enough, even if one were an Outer Disciple, what of it?
Chu Feng could absolutely command the wind and summon the rain, and act as he pleased. Without strength, even if one were an Inner Sect Disciple of a martial sect, one would still be mere trash. Chu Feng could slap them and send them flying.
"Little Chu, there's something that I, as the Mountain Master, must say to you! A person must possess self-awareness and learn to evaluate the situation! Otherwise, even if one has some talent, they could perish prematurely and fall from grace!"
Mountain Master Mao spoke with a grave and earnest tone.
"What matter? Please speak, Mountain Master Mao!" Chu Feng maintained a modest and polite demeanor.
"Didn't you recently win that ancestral Jade Pendant from the son of Jia Zongling? The family compensated you with 500,000 silver taels, and I advise you to quit while you're ahead!"
