"I...!" Saraf was overcome with shame at the teacher's reproach, and the word "I" was barely out before he stood there speechless.
"I'm not just blaming you. This issue has existed in my realm for a long time, and past grievances can only be soothed with time." The old man said as he tilted his body, lying across by the pool and continued teaching his disciple, "Instead of fighting for resources that would escalate the dispute between the two races, it is better to calmly cultivate and resolve our own internal conflicts, which is the right path."
"Ancestor, since you've already accepted it, why do you still pour so many resources into us for the competition?" A figure slowly emerged from the mist of boiling water in the medicinal pool, leapt onto shore. Despite being a proud eleven or twelve-year-old girl, Saraf didn't show any displeasure at her sharing the pool.
