"You think highly of me?"
Hearing that, Michael laughed.
"I have a good impression of you, but you really don't have the right to say such things to me in a condescending manner!
I don't need your approval, or you don't have the right to give me any evaluation. I don't care if you are disappointed in me or not. I just hope that your true strength won't disappoint me and that today, you'll be able to give me a satisfying fight."
If an ancient martial artist was a dragon in the sea, then a Cultivator was a dragon soaring on clouds and fog in heaven. There was a huge difference between them.
In Michael's eyes, Caden was never the target of his pursuit. He was just a small ripple on the road of cultivation.
When he saw the other party's condescending attitude, as if he was commenting on the younger generation, he only felt that this was laughable.