"Enough, let me go!" Kevin roared angrily: "There are so many people in the tribe, why do you single me out to beat up every time!"
Galvin frowned: "Among the beastmen of our age, you are the only one who hasn't condensed a beast core. If you don't want to die early, you have to train more."
"To hell with training. I don't need it. So what if my lifespan is short, it doesn't affect you at all. Listen here, I am very busy, extremely busy. If you are so kind-hearted, go find someone else to bestow it upon; don't come looking for me."
After saying that, Kevin resentfully turned around, transformed into a wolf, and ran away. Galvin stood there, frustratedly scratching his ear. Had he pushed Kevin too hard? It was just that seeing Kevin's abilities failing to progress, he wanted to push him a little.
At the center of the square, under the shade of a canopy.
