Mage Temple’s Head (II)

A sharp look was shot from Li Zhengzhi’s eyes, piercing Long Haochen like sharp swords and immediately exciting the spiritual energy in him. A drizzling splendor overflowed from him, and took the shape of a defensive, layered, spiritual highland.

Li Zhenzhi showed a slight smile and shifted his sight back to him, “Long Haochen. You have to remember that this world has never been lacking geniuses. Although talent such as yours is extremely rare, it doesn’t mean such has never appeared. But until now, the humans have never produced a powerhouse truly able to stand against the Demon God Emperor. Do you know why?”

Long Haochen shook his head, “Please explain Temple Head.”

Li Zhengzhi replied, “That’s because they didn’t understand the notion of patiently enduring.”

“What?” Long Haochen’s brain had been working at high speeds after hearing Zhengzi’s question, but this was an answer that hadn’t come to his mind.