Riley heard every word, of course, but thought nothing of it.
The nearby clansmen continued to laugh, mock, and gossip amongst themselves, believing that he could not hear them.
Even if he could, they assumed he would be too timid to respond.
"Look at him."
"Still trying to sit there like everything's alright? Like he's still a real young master of the clan. What a joke."
"Some people simply aren't destined for greatness."
"He should just accept reality and stop embarrassing himself."
Their words drifted through the air, carried by the gentle breeze.
Riley remained seated beneath the warm sunlight with his eyes closed, appearing completely indifferent.
In truth, their criticism was not entirely wrong.
Before his arrival, this body truly had been worthless.
Weak.
Sickly.
Pathetic.
The previous owner of this body possessed neither talent nor strength.
Even ordinary clan disciples could easily overpower him.
