"This… then how can we possibly verify the truth of what you say?"
"Give me another explanation then," William snapped, finally losing his patience. He had tried to play the role of the polite junior, but this man was pushing him into a corner.
"If the Master has a theory about how a common porter gained such knowledge, such techniques, and such power without the help of a formidable teacher, I am more than open to hearing it. Please, enlighten me on how I accomplished the impossible on my own."
"You…!" The master's face reddened, his breath hitching at the boy's sudden sharpness.
"Hahahaha! Young generations are always so interesting!" The master who had been supportive from the start finally intervened, clapping his hands together to break the tension.
"Don't be so upset, young man. This old friend of mine is just jealous because you are clearly going to be a rising star in the world of spirit masters—and you don't belong to his clan."
