From the age of five, Zion had been branded a waste.
He was born without the ability to cultivate mana, and for more than a decade, that judgment had followed him everywhere. In the eyes of the General's family, he was useless, someone who could never become a spirit warrior and therefore had no future worth mentioning.
Yet now, he stood before them after casually blocking General Helius's attack.
He had no cultivation manual.
No master had taken him as a disciple.
No one in the General's Residence had ever provided him with cultivation resources.
And despite all of that, he had managed to cultivate on his own.
Jasmine and Kaelan exchanged stunned glances. Neither could hide the disbelief on their faces.
For years, they had mocked Zion, bullied him, and treated him as though he were nothing more than a useless burden. They had never imagined that one day they would be the ones standing before him, unable to understand how far he had already gone.
