"Teacher, I can't understand why you would bestow dragon blood upon that kid before leaving," queried Chuan, furrowing his brow inside the carriage while his large hand was not idle, roughly pressing down on the flatteringly subservient woman's head."Hiss," the Fourth Acolyte narrowed his eyes, his expression serene. "You know well that it's dragon resentment poison. Why ask? That kid dares to ingest it, he's doomed.""Sipping on the 'treasure' bestowed by this acolyte, he ultimately bursts into a cry of agony and dies," Leander's gaze was disdainful. "If the teacher dislikes him, it's as easy as killing him. What's the point of wasting a vial of dragon resentment poison on him? He's not worthy.""Do you understand anything?" The Fourth Acolyte shook his head. "Leander, your talent is matched by few in the world, but your scheming lacks subtlety.""He's just a worthless awakened waste of a martial spirit," Leander scoffed. "Even if he survives, what difference does it make? Why bothe