Ianjor didn't say anymore. He didn't know why he wasted his time to begin with. Those big Clan and Sect youths were anything but innocent. Even so, Ryu's eagerness to do it had thrown him off some extent.
"You've misunderstood me," Ryu said after his murderous intent faded. "There might be a smile on my face now, but I didn't suddenly become a good person."
Ryu looked off into the distance.
"Once I become strong I have no intention of gatekeeping who can and cannot become powerful. If my descendants are too weak to maintain the strength I built on their own, then they weren't worthy of it to begin with. Though, I will, of course, give them probably the greatest advantages of anyone else.
"But that doesn't mean that I'll clutch my pearls as I'm making my way up the mountain."
Ryu looked at Ianjor seriously, the distance suddenly seeming much less interesting.
