"Power... has never existed for the sake of killing?"
Kordontimus repeated this sentence and fell into deep thought.
Mike smiled slightly, walked over, and patted Kordontimus on the shoulder.
"You're still young. There are some things you don't understand yet, but you'll understand them in the future."
Kordontimus first nodded, then looked up and asked in return,
"That's not right. You don't look old either."
"..."
Mike was silent for a moment. He widened his eyes and scolded, "Are you going to talk to your teacher like that?"
As soon as he said this, Kordontimus shrunk his neck and did not dare to retort.
He had no choice. He was his disciple, and the other party was his teacher.
He could only listen to what his teacher said.
"Alright, then I'll go and finish the cultivation task you gave me. I'll come and look for you after I'm done."
