"Admit it. Your eyes have already betrayed you."
Lin En smiled.
"Hana Ye is the Vessel you created, isn't she?"
Silence fell around them.
Only after a long while did anything break it.
Tyrael finally lowered his head, a series of aged chuckles rising from beneath his hairline.
"It seems you don't know everything after all. Unfortunately, she isn't my creation... but you aren't entirely wrong. I did take part in all the preliminary preparations for creating that Vessel, and I certainly deserve some of the credit for its completion."
Lin En narrowed his eyes.
"Oh? Is that so? What about that so-called Mentor of yours?"
Tyrael sneered.
"Unfortunately, she died after the Vessel was completed. And if you really want to destroy that Vessel, go ahead. It wasn't my creation to begin with. Apart from finding it a bit of a shame, I won't feel a thing. So don't try to threaten me. That won't work on me."
But Lin En looked utterly surprised.
"I see. So I had you all wrong. You weren't some great master, just a dispensable assistant?"
Lin En immediately laughed right in his face.
"In that case, you're of no use. If you'd created Hana Ye, I might have respectfully called you a master... but now it turns out you're just a nobody. I was wondering, after all. How could the genius who made a Vessel like that possibly be a decrepit old man like you?"
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"So you're just dead weight, coasting on someone else's achievements!"
Those words instantly twisted his expression into a savage grimace. His fists clenched with audible cracks, and his eyes turned bloodshot.
"Shut your mouth!!"
There was no doubt about it.
For any fanatic with ambitions and aspirations in their chosen field, this was a blow aimed straight