The old man snorted lightly as though recalling something unpleasant.
"I have some unresolved grievances with the primordials," he said.
His tone carried clear dissatisfaction.
"They may be the strongest race in this universe, but they are also among the most arrogant beings I have ever encountered."
The old man crossed his arms slightly as he continued speaking.
"In the past I had several dealings with them. Every single one of those exchanges ended with me suffering losses in one way or another. Their pride and their sense of superiority made cooperation extremely unpleasant."
He shook his head.
"Because of that, I would rather give my inheritance to anyone in this universe than to a primordial."
Max listened quietly as the old man continued.
"There is also another reason," the old man added. "From what I know, the Primordial Race already possesses a partial version of my inheritance."
He emphasized the words carefully.
"A half baked version of it."
