My face instantly went cold when Quinn O'Connor spoke those words.
I never expected Quinn would turn against me so quickly, in the blink of an eye.
"Uncle Quinn, who is this person?" Luka Winston looked at me with a gentle smile plastered on his face.
Quinn replied indifferently: "I originally wanted him to help, but since you're here, there's no need for him anymore."
"That's right, Luka! This bastard bullied me, you must take revenge for me!" Nola O'Connor added, practically steaming with anger.
"Oh? So he's a skilled fighter too?" Interest filled Luka's eyes as he walked over to me, asking nonchalantly: "Are you an Inner Strength Expert too?"
"No," I replied without hesitation.
I wasn't lying; I really didn't know what Inner Strength was, because I was a cultivator. Strictly speaking, I was much stronger than any so-called Inner Strength Expert. But Luka misunderstood, assuming I was just a weakling who hadn't even developed Inner Strength yet.
