"Do you intend to make him into a contractor?" the young man asked, his face tensing up the second he used his sect-specific term.
Just by looking at the deputy's face alone, one could guess how emotionally weighted this single word was.
"To be perfectly honest, his current situation isn't all that much different," Vaner replied, twisting his lips in an ugly grimace. He then leaned forward and rested his head in his palms. "That guy is my direct disciple... But I actually did nearly nothing to help him grow. Didn't give him any lessons, never spent a penny on him or his cultivation resources either,' Vaner muttered, refusing to raise his head from his hands.
"That's pretty... bad, isn't it?" Vaner's friend asked, unsure what to think about the confession. This confusion was visible in the young man's deep, blue eyes as he glanced at his friend with concern.