"To people like you, even if the strength is strong, you are just slaves that are just a superior kind of slaves."
Corbin's words hung in the air between us, cold and cutting. The helicopter's rhythmic thrum seemed to fade into the background as I met his gaze.
"Is that what you truly believe?" I asked, keeping my voice steady despite the anger building inside me. "That worth is determined by birth alone?"
A hint of surprise flickered across his face, quickly replaced by amusement. "You disagree? How... predictable."
"I believe a man's worth is measured by his actions, not his bloodline."
Corbin leaned back, studying me with renewed interest. "Ah, the common man's philosophy. Comforting, isn't it? The fantasy that you could ever stand among your betters."
I refused to be baited. "If breeding is all that matters, why bother with cultivation? Why not simply rest on your illustrious name?"
