"Dear customer, are you saying that those without your so-called 'true talent' should just accept their inferiority and never seek ways to improve?"
The prodigy smirked. "Exactly. Struggling against fate is pointless. If they are weak, they should remain weak. Giving them tools to fight above their level only disrupts the natural order."
Lin Mo sighed dramatically. "Oh no, how horrible. Imagine if people actually got the chance to improve themselves. Why, the world would be so unfair."
The sarcasm was thick enough to cut with a sword that several customers burst into laughter. Even some of the more refined cultivators who had been watching quietly couldn't suppress their amusement.
The prodigy's face darkened as he angrily glared at Lin Mo.
However, before he could rage, Elder Shen Liang, who had remained silent, finally spoke again. "Enough, Xue Yuan."
The young man, Xue Yuan, frowned but obediently took a step back.
