"Such luck and destiny! If only I had a son like him..." Another middle-aged guard lamented in an annoyed tone.
"Dream on... If Young Master Jackson isn't talented, would you think that he will be able to gain Blackwell's Family approval?" The experienced guard sneered but continued, "Young Master Jackson is only about 30 years old but he tri-cultivates, giving him an advantage over cultivators who have the same cultivation base as him."
"Tri-cultivates? F**k!"
"Shh... Lower your voice... Someone might snitch us!" The young guard trembled as he looked left and right.
"I know newbie... It's just that, I'm also 30 years old but I'm not even worthy to clean his shoes..."
"We're doomed to be lowly all our life, might as well as make full use of ourselves by trying to curry favour with the people of high status, rather than offending them." The experienced guard said in a light voice as if he understood how the world operated.
"Sigh, you're right..."
