Dale turned and trotted away without a word. He was done being polite; he had done everything he could to be helpful, courteous, and charming in the past, and look where that had got him! Perhaps it was time to be ruthless. His foot hovered in the air, and he set it down slowly. Was this a realization that all cultivators eventually had? Was this why they all seemed to care so little for others, why they only respected power? He wanted to be different, but… his eyes hardened… but being different wasn’t working out. Maybe he had merely stumbled upon the truth.
