Bab 345: Karos's Struggle

Gar's eyelids tightened while gazing upon his son, forgetting that his former right-hand man was in the room. "How dare you? HOW DARE--"

"SHUT UP!!!"

Staring into his father's beady, downtrodden facade, Karos took hold of his emotions again with a slow, deep breath. "I've seen the upper floor of the library, where they've gathered all sorts of techniques at the perennial level. You don't know it, but I've replaced your technique with one of the academy's."

"You--"

"I'm not finished…" Electricity sparked and fizzled around Karos, threatening to fall upon the unprotected cripple before him. "Are you listening now? Well, it's too late for that. You've already lost everything you valued...

"Your cultivation… Your title.. Your clan's respect. Everything."

"Well…" Gar swallowed the stagnant saliva in his throat, hastily searching for some sort of rebuttal. "I still have a son."