Adam had no intention of entertaining nonsense.
He wasn't about to let attitude problems from a bunch of self-absorbed, overgrown NPCs turn something straightforward into a crisis.
The task in front of them was simple: hold back the monsters. That was it. They wouldn't be doing it alone either; the mission hall was committing a large portion of its forces to the front lines as well. No one was being thrown away as disposable meat.
And Adam knew something else just as well.
These heirs were strong.
Strip away the excessive bragging, the inflated egos, and the constant need to posture, and the truth remained: martial heirs were monsters compared to ordinary martial artists.
They were trained the moment they could stand, whether they had awakened a cultivation talent or not. Resources were poured into them without restraint, elixirs, techniques, guidance, until their foundations were bloated with advantages others could only dream of.
Abigail was living proof of that.
