"The new generation surpasses the old," The spirit chuckled. "I was once offered to claim the seat of Head of the inscriptions pavilion. I wonder if I'm still worthy."
The spirit seemed to have forgotten about the previous clash. He looked genuinely happy about that development, and Liam didn't hesitate to join in.
"Brother, what else have you heard about Master?" Liam asked, eager to hear more stories.
"What everyone else has heard," Lancelot responded. "Master Horace was quite infamous about the way he reacted to insults. Anyone who dared to cross him put their whole Sect at risk."
Liam instinctively chuckled. "That sounds like Master."
"Brother, you are following in his footsteps," Lancelot laughed, too. "After what you did in the upper layer, I know it won't be long until Sects start to fear you, too."
Lancelot didn't know how on point he was. After all, the Master's Pride was a recipe created from Liam's Master's original product, hence carrying his very ideology on life.
