The old man looked at his granddaughter with a tremble on his left brow.
"How many times have I told you this already?" His face flared with fuming anger.
"Hehe." Synthia stuck out her tongue. "Sorry, sorry, Grandpa. I'll pay attention this time."
She felt much lighter at heart when she realized Drayken had only been in a trance and wasn't in any real danger. It was as if a heavy stone had been lifted from her chest.
"You stinky girl…" He shook his head, his face filled with disappointment. "Your talent is among the best, but you're too lazy to practice. If not for that, you'd be a Rank-4 Dragon by now and leave that competition in the dust, even stronger than the brat from the Frost Clan, Ceciline."
"I just don't feel like it. Too lazy, hehe," Synthia said with a chuckle.
"Hmph, you need to train harder, girl." The old man flicked her forehead, making her wince in pain.
"Today, you're not leaving this place until you've at least understood ten pages."
