Ethan Smith sat on the ground, his body hunched as he slowly panted for breath.
Huxley Walters put away the Azure Tide Blade, his expression indifferent.
"On the Path of Cultivation, after overcoming tribulation, there will be earth-shattering changes. By rights, as a disciple of the Thunder Courtyard, we shouldn't entertain thoughts about you. However, the power of the Thunder Courtyard is still too weak. In this chaotic world, they might struggle to even protect their bloodlines. Meanwhile, the Heavenly Fate Bloodline is a glimmer of hope for us, a glimmer that allows us to break through once again, a power we simply cannot give up."
"Uncle Master, why bother saying all this to this little bastard?"
Quenby Jenkins's face was ferocious. Seeing Ethan unable to even stand up, he finally took a deep breath.
