Zheng Qing had taken only four or five years to go from entering First University to becoming the dean of Edge Academy. Had he proceeded step by step, he probably would not even have become a High-Tier Registered Wizard by now.
Yet now, wearing "Taiyi" and carrying "Jidu" in hand, he commanded two Legendary Grade Giant God Soldiers and had become one of the foremost figures in First University, even the entire Alliance.
It would not have been excessive to call him "above all living beings, below only the Seven."
Such circumstances were almost unprecedented, and naturally there was little historical experience to draw from. Though he spoke of "adjustment," he was truly at a loss over how to reconcile the relationship between the two legendary paths.
Just like now: Jidu had brazenly spat twice on the ground, and he was somewhat unsure how to handle it.
By ordinary logic, as Jidu's controller, he ought to uphold his own dignity. In response to such provocation, making Jidu swallow back what it had spat out would not have been difficult.
But doing so would inevitably worsen his relationship with the gun.
Yet if he pretended not to see it and lightly overlooked Jidu's offense, there was no guarantee it would not push its luck in the future and develop even worse habits.
Perhaps noticing the young legendary's hesitation.
The dean of Jiuyou Academy chuckled and pointed at the gun. "The ancients said: 'When Heaven is about to confer a great responsibility upon a man, it must first burden his mind with suffering, strain his muscles and bones, starve his body, and leave him in want...' I think your previous shot was quite fine. Why not let Jidu fire a few more rounds and deal with those vermin hiding in the cracks