The Persistent Myo
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
"Back in the day, many of your ancestors laid down their lives in battles to construct the 14th ancient city," the white ape shared, delving into the history of the ancient city.
The haven crafted by their forebears came at the cost of blood.
The younger generation felt a debt owed to the glory of their ancestors.
"Thank you for enlightening me, Senior," Braydon Neal expressed his gratitude softly.
"No need to thank me. I'm telling you this so that you understand I bear no ill intentions," the white ape reassured.
With the white ape's strength, there was no need for such explanations if it desired to harm Braydon and the little fool.
The white ape indeed had ties to martial artists.
"Senior, if you have something to say, just say it outright," Braydon said straightforwardly.