Chapter 7
Hadjar had understood from the very beginning that things had gotten out of hand, and his plan wouldn’t be easy to implement. It had been foolish to expect that he could just become a disciple of the Master, the same way he’d done with South Wind.
You could ‘talk’ to scholars, prove you were intelligent, but warriors were people of action. They required a demonstration of something else.
Alas, in that regard, the Prince had nothing to give. He didn’t possess innate martial arts skills. He wasn’t one of the legendary cultivators who’d been born with their meridians or nodes already open.
He didn’t have one of those divine physiques that would allow a five-year-old child to lift a grown horse into the air. And, of course, he hadn’t been born with innate Techniques, whatever the
