Chapter 288
- “Sullivan, let’s see you try to run this time!”
- “I’ll make you my plaything. I’ll make you beg to live and beg to die. I’ll make you watch me climb to the top, step by step!!!”
- The more smug Benedict Huxley got, the more unease twisted in Sullivan’s gut. Logically, even if another cultivator showed up—friend or foe, strong or weak, talented or not—Sullivan shouldn’t be rattled. People eat. People train. That’s life.