Chapter 168. Prediction

Hubert was not arrogant; he knew that ascending to Level 7 required adequate energy reserves—it wasn’t an achievement bestowed without effort. He wasn’t patronizing Lancelot, who knew that Hubert was merely jesting. Lancelot gripped Hubert’s mouth, grinding his teeth as he retorted,

"You’ve really changed, not like that kid who used to send me longing glances. Now you dare to belittle me?"

The grip didn’t hurt Hubert, but it did pout his lips, making him irresistibly adorable—a visage that once had Lancelot utterly smitten.

"Why shouldn’t I scorn those who underestimate their own prodigious abilities?" Hubert said, punching Lancelot in the chest to make him release his grip.

Their banter ceased as they felt the rising chill in the atmosphere. Domi, Jacob, Winston, and even Canis—they all glared at them like bullets, resenting their casual camaraderie.

"Let’s get moving; the journey ahead is long." Hubert abruptly changed th