1493 1493. Eccentric

Noah didn't know what to answer. Fergie's eyes reeked of death, but a faint ambition shone from them. Noah couldn't fail to recognize that feeling. It was the same emotion that had driven him through his entire cultivation journey.

'This power can be a curse,' Noah thought while continuing to inspect the expert.

His ambition had put Fergie in that situation. That feeling was so intense that the expert had endured countless tortures to preserve his chance to improve.

Luke's words resounded in Noah's mind. The rank 8 cultivator had claimed something that Noah knew far too well. His power alone wasn't enough to match the large organizations. He was nothing more than a promising expert in a world filled with overlords.

'I have overcome this challenge already,' Noah thought in an attempt to reply to those words. 'King Elbas did the same when we went against him.'