The Junior Who Refused to Be Provoked
A young man was entering his strongest domain whenever he pleased.
Leaving whenever he pleased.
And worst of all, Gareth couldn't do a thing about it.
"Damn it!"
The words escaped between clenched teeth.
His expression twisted with anger.
He had never suffered such humiliation in his entire life of cultivation.
Never.
And the person humiliating him wasn't even an equal.
It was a junior.
A young cultivator who had appeared before him with that infuriatingly calm expression.
But that wasn't even the part Gareth found hardest to accept.
The young man before him was the student of his sworn enemy.
That realization burned hotter than the lightning surrounding him.
Zeon.
That old bastard.
Even after his death, he had still left behind someone capable of suppressing him.
Gareth's chest rose and fell heavily.
His mind raced.
How could he restrain Leon?
How could he force him to stay?
How could he turn this battle back in his favor?
