Zander's steps kept getting faster and faster, and the whispers grew louder and louder.
"Yes, keep running. You are a coward, so just keep being a coward. Keep running like you always did in the past. You don't have to push yourself."
"You are a coward! Trash! Someone worthy only of being cast aside. You are nothing, YOU ARE NOTHING!"
Zander's bad memories resurfaced from his time in the Heavenly Path Academy. He, who was once lifted up as a rare genius, had fallen from his high place as he was left further and further behind by his peers. His cultivation stagnated, and he was trampled by those stronger than him—especially by the descendants of nobles.
He, who came only from ordinary roots, from an ordinary family, was in no way comparable to those nobles.
