"You said I'm too weak, and you can't take me as your disciple?"
After Connor heard the old man's words, he was very disappointed.
"That's right. Your aptitude is too poor. I don't want to ruin my reputation…" The old man looked at Connor and said calmly.
"No, what do you mean? Why is my aptitude bad?" Connor asked the old man, upset.
Connor had been working outside since he was young, and his physical fitness was quite good compared to his peers.
At this moment, the old man's words made Connor very unhappy.
The old man glanced at Connor and said expressionlessly, "I said that you're too weak, and your aptitude is indeed poor. You won't understand some things even if I explain them to you…" After Connor heard the old man's words, his facial expression twisted even more.
He turned to Thomas and asked, "Thomas, what does he mean?"
Thomas looked up at Connor, a trace of helplessness flashing in his eyes.
