Henry Warren looked at him.
"You're courting death, kid. Do you have any idea who you're talking to?"
Aaron Sinclair raised a slight eyebrow. "So there's no room for discussion, then?" The words had barely left his lips when his Cultivation fluctuated, and a wave of power from the Foundation Establishment Stage shot toward Henry Warren. He instinctively threw up a hand to block it.
"You..."
'This aura?'
"A Foundation Establishment Cultivator... That's impossible."
Henry Warren stared in shock at the child standing around the corner.
The boy looked to be only seven or eight years old. How could he possess such strength?
'Is this kid's talent really that high?'
Even he, who considered himself quite talented, had cultivated for twenty years before breaking through to Foundation Establishment, and another eighty to reach Golden Core.
