Chapter 182: Wisdom of Old
Ahem." Samuel cleared his throat. His piercing gaze locked onto his disciple, slicing through the air with an intensity that sent a shiver down Jethru’s spine.
A few seconds and Jethru recovered, his eyes asking innocently what he did wrong.
"What did you teach your disciple? Is it just fighting and weapons?" Samuel’s voice was sharp, cutting through the air like a blade. He gazed intently at Jethru, his expression that of a stern teacher who had just discovered his student engaged in mischief.
Lara and Prince Alaric both turned their heads toward Samuel at the same time, curiosity piqued.
"Little girl..."
Lara’s brows drew together. Her master calling her ’girl’ was irritating enough; to be addressed as ’little girl’ by the legendary master of the Zen Warriors was another sting entirely. Her pride bristled, but she held her tongue.
"I understand your concern," Samuel began, his voice even but purposeful. "And I respect the heart behind your words. Wanting to shield your family, to protect your home—it’s natural. Noble, even. But allow me to offer another perspective."
He glanced toward Jethru. "If I want my grandchildren to live in peace—"
"They’re my grandchildren," Jethru cut in, huffing. "Your great-grandchildren."