The Monkey King watched indifferently and didn't seem to care at all about Kairos' actions or his words. He stretched out his back a bit and then looked toward Sylas who still hadn't moved a single inch.
There was a calm cadence to Sylas' breath right now, a sort of calm that came from a man who was endlessly self confident in himself.
"You aren't going to repeat his actions? You're okay with building your foundation on the back of someone else?" The Monkey King asked with a sneer.
"Have I?" Sylas asked.
He didn't clarify, he didn't go into detail, he didn't even bother to explain himself. He didn't have to.
From the very beginning, his path had been his own. He didn't seek out the Virtue of Pride Seed, it came to him. He didn't seek out the Virtue of Lust Seed either, it came to him.
Did he build his foundation on the Monkey King? Or did the Monkey King's failure force his legacy to pick him in the end?
And even then, if the Monkey King hoped to use that to his advantage—.
