Hypocrite

The old man had lofty goals and he needed Ning's help for that. 'Overlord, just how much Aether would one require to become that?' Ning wondered.

Ning had used a bottle of Aether to reach Aether Saint. That bottle of Aether had taken about a year and a half to form as well. If he were to use all the other bottles he had put around the globe, he would likely reach Aether Supreme. 

To reach Aether Underlord, he would have to bring out his aces hidden up his sleeves. Even then, Ning didn't believe he could reach Overlord. That would just take too much Aether.

'No, that's not the important thing right now,' Ning thought.

"You aren't looking for peace, then," Ning said, to the old man. "You're just looking to kill a man that is stopping you from world domination."

The old man's eyes narrowed. "World domination? Do you not see that that is not my intention? I just wish to bring peace and equality to the world."