283 An Apt Candidate

'A talented little fellow without the countenance of those annoying rich kids…' That was Baiyi's impression of this boy whom he had already coined a prodigy.

Being called a prodigy by a Voidwalker was a rare honor for anyone! Of course, this did not mean that the lad should be too pleased with himself. After all, he was being barely considered a prodigy by Baiyi, and frankly, almost everyone in the Void could be called a prodigy of inhumane proportions, even without their individual eccentricity.