The cultivators accompanying me on this mission were all in the Early Golden Core stage, a formidable team that further emphasized the Central Continent's superiority. However, when we began discussing our plan, it became clear that they were hesitant to heed my advice. Wan Quan was the sole believer in my judgment, and their skepticism fueled my frustration.
One of the cultivators, his confidence bolstered by his physical prowess, belittled me, saying, "What do you know? Aren't you just a doctor who can't fight?"
I felt my anger rising at the condescending tone. I retorted, "Why do you assume a doctor can't fight? The two aren't mutually exclusive. You might look fierce, but I know you're just a pathetic guy who can't back up your talk."
My response ignited his fury, and he lunged at me with fiery determination. I had no intention of backing down. I had worked tirelessly to attain my strength, and I wouldn't let anyone undermine it.
