"Don't be— ahem. An error in words, haha." Elder Solon returned to his calm outer appearance. "I have tried to kill it several times, but I simply couldn't."
"Why?" Rhys asked, perplexed.
"You are stronger than me, older than me, wiser than me… well, I doubt that. Still, you have a higher chance of killing it than I do, so why me?"
"Because you are out—"
"Oh, come on. Drop that reason. I agree I am an outsider, but that's not the reason, right?"
"Yes." Elder Solon nodded vigorously. Rhys's lips twitched.
'Are you sure he was a Tier 8 cultivator?'
[The System cannot be wrong.]
"You have something I lack. The untamed youthfulness," Elder Solon said, rubbing his beard as if he had stated a perfect reason.
Rhys rolled his eyes, almost on the verge of cursing.
"Haha, I am joking. Joking." Elder Solon flailed his arms, then, returning to his calm appearance, he continued, "It's because even if I killed it, just like everyone else here, it will come alive again."
