Did Braydon Neal really need this silly protector for his cultivation?
Trusting the white ape seemed more reliable than relying on Luke Yates.
Under the watchful eyes of Braydon, the little fool bowed his head and dutifully returned to his room to cultivate.
"He's quite talented!" remarked the white ape.
Braydon, naturally, agreed.
Little Fool was his younger brother, and Braydon was well aware of his martial arts prowess.
The white ape continued, "Having high talent is excellent, but throughout history, those who accomplished great feats were also determined and resilient. Unfortunately, he's too stubborn. His future achievements might be limited."
"My younger brother was born into a good life. You will understand in the future," Braydon said casually.
The white ape looked confused; the sentence didn't quite resonate with it.
