Lin Zhi folded his arms, his expression smug.
"I still remember," he mused, tilting his head. "Back in the village, the mighty village chief—your father—looked down on you. No matter how hard you tried, you were always just a disappointment."
He chuckled, shaking his head.
"He gave you so many chances, didn't he? To prove yourself. To tame something great."
Lin Zhi's eyes glinted with mock sympathy.
"But all you ever managed to get were… normal, weak creatures."
He let out a dramatic sigh, shaking his head.
"Truly pitiful."
Zou Fang remained silent.
His expression was calm.
Lin Zhi's gaze flickered toward Bashawk, who stood proudly beside Zou Fang. The beast's piercing gaze met Lin Zhi's, unblinking and unwavering.
Lin Zhi smirked.
"But I suppose even trash can get lucky sometimes."
His tone dripped with condescension.
"This beast of yours… Bashawk, was it?" He tilted his head, his smirk widening. "Not bad. Not bad at all. But…"
