After training the warriors for almost an hour, the boy was annoyed to no end. 'These guys are hopeless!' the boy thought.
Just as he was about to throw a tantrum, he heard someone entering the training grounds.
It was his mother; she smiled and said, "A cultivator entered the village."
The young warriors shuddered, remembering the last time a cultivator entered their village 10 years ago, destroying it because a child had accidentally hit him with a ball; he didn't even view them as insects but as mere bacteria.In the minds of everyone in the village, cultivators were no different from demons.
The boy nodded and followed his mother towards the village chief's home; while walking, she asked him, "How was training the warriors? Did you get along with them? You still don't have any friends, do you?"
The boy shook his head and replied, "All of them are hopeless, and stupid; they aren't worth befriending!"
The mother nodded and said nothing more.