'Huh?' Dyon asked in confusion.
'Your training is too poor, I'm unsatisfied.'
Dyon couldn't help but smile widely. He wasn't offended at all. This was the first opportunity he had to seek his master's guidance, how could he not accept it happily?
'Don't be happy too quickly.' The 25th White Mother continued, trying to maintain her stern expression despite a sweet smile and feeling creeping up on her lips. 'When you hear what I want you to do, you might start hating me.'
'Hate you?' Dyon grinned. 'Never.'
He dodged a punch, swinging a leg to send an essence gatherer crashing down below.
A battle erupted, a single man weaving and bobbing through hundreds of fists and kicks, completely unperturbed. Even Elder Bowa couldn't help but let a slight look of admiration slip onto his old, wrinkled features.
"A core disciple is truly special." He said in approval. But, his admiration still gave way to a cold expression. The more outstanding Dyon was, the more eager he was to kill him.
