So, Was the Problem in the Process?

"Yeah, learning magic..." Lin Feng replied, tossing the Sling Ring in the air.

As he tossed it, Lin Feng felt an urge to throw it away.

"This thing is fucking hard to learn!"

Who would have thought that mighty Silver Superman would be stumped by a single spell?

Hard to learn? Strange nodded in deep agreement.

He had only gotten this thing not long ago before that "heartless" bald grand mage threw him into an icy wasteland.

Luckily, he had successfully opened a Portal in that extreme environment. Otherwise, he might have been an ice sculpture by now.

The current Strange still had no idea just how astonishing his talent was.

"By the way, what's with your appearance? Haven't you cleaned yourself up at all?" Lin Feng changed the subject, unwilling to keep thinking about that irritating problem.

Strange's hair was a complete mess, like a chicken coop, and Lin Feng could not understand it.

He remembered that this guy had changed into clean clothes and fixed his hair not long after arriving at Kamar-Taj.

"You mean this?" Strange pinched at his hair, which had clumped together in greasy strands. "It's to commemorate my old life. Until I master magic, I won't touch it!"

Lin Feng: ???

The movie never said Strange had a hobby like this.

Forget it. There was nothing much to discuss about hairstyles. Ever since Lin Feng came to the Marvel Universe, he had kept the same hairstyle.

The two grown men stared at the sunset in silence.

Strange did not know much about Superman's everyday life. After thinking for a long while, he could not force out a single topic.

For a moment, neither knew what to say, and the two men simply watched the sunset.

Suddenly, Lin Feng gave a silent, mischievous grin. He