The fact Samson had waited to ask this question last told Old Wan all he needed to do about the kind of weight he put behind it. That being…
None at all.
First he had attacked with emotion, then with the founders, and then with Aika, before only finally mentioning what should have been the greatest threat to them, the seemingly overprotective Half-Step Dao God.
For someone like Old Wan, that was all he needed to hear.
"I think you already know the answer to that."
"Do I?" Samson replied. "Enlighten me."
"It's clear the man is cut from the same cloth as his grandson. I know a man trying to sever Karma when I see one, and you do too. Maybe by now he's a Dao God, maybe not. Either way, it doesn't matter."
