Abyss's voice seemed to drift down from the ninth heaven. "Work for me, and I'll give you benefits."
Ma Ning still kept his head lowered. "Sir, I... I belong to Buxu Gui..."
He seemed quite loyal.
But Abyss's eyes were like spears that pierced the soul. Even though Ma Ning had kept his head down the entire time, Abyss had already seen straight through him. "Your Kung Fu is far too lousy."
Ma Ning shuddered all over, mumbling without saying another word. The blow had struck straight at his vital point.
Abyss's voice was like a cold wind sweeping snow, cruel and stern. "You infiltrated Destiny World, but you were too old to enter the Destiny Battlefield. You exhausted every method you had, yet lacked the ability to earn Merit Points. Unable to buy genuine Kung Fu, you cobbled together a body full of trash Platinum-grade techniques. You may seem able to throw your weight around in this mud pit, but in truth, with people coming and going, you have to bow your head everywhere."
"You want to become stronger. You want to straighten your back. But with neither connections nor resources, all you can do is waste time."
"Weak, blind, lacking vision, with shallow potential—if you keep muddling along like this, at best you'll cultivate some utterly nonsensical Battle Qi and spend your life bowing to others."
Ma Ning panted and panted, his heartbeat accelerating.
After only such a brief encounter, he had already seen it clearly. The master before him did not like beating around the bush. He needed to speak more frankly.
Thus, his vocal cords trembling, he said, "Then... what is it about me that you value?"
Abyss looked at the man, his voice indifferent. "There is nothing about you that I value. You do not