"Alright, you can get lost now." After hardening his heart, Old Man suddenly said coldly to Gawain.
You freeloaded off my knowledge, then turned hostile?
You really are childish. No wonder someone backstabbed you.
Gawain shook his head. "Do you think listening to my guidance means you can solve the problems you face?"
"Do you think Liu Bei could unify the realm just because he had Zhuge Liang's Longzhong Plan?"
"Do you think you can accomplish what Eastern Continent People did just by copying their answers?"
After those three blows, Old Man's face turned green.
He sprang to his feet, yet the lunch box on the table did not budge in the slightest.
"Who do you think you are, lecturing me? While I was fighting for my life, while I was killing those high-and-mighty Evil Seeds, you hadn't even been born yet!"
He pointed at Gawain with one hand, veins bulging across his forehead one by one! Yet Gawain remained utterly unmoved.
He had brought this on himself.
In the past, many people had heard his prophecies and assumed they could kick him aside afterward.
Those people never understood just how vast the distance was between a prophecy and making it reality.
It was probably as far as the distance from the sun to Pluto.
It was like the people of Southern India. For a time, everyone believed they had potential, that their future was limitless, that they would surely become the second Eastern Continent. Everyone had tried to befriend them.
Yet that potential had still not been realized, and it probably never would be.
"If all you can do is shout like this, you will never kill them all, nor will you ever find a solution. You will be like those ignorant people in history, shedding countless amounts of