Four failures left Lin Mo speechless.
He sat on a sandbag nearby and planted his staff on the ground, feeling a little discouraged.
Kael walked over and stopped beside him.
"Do you know how long it took me to learn teleportation magic back then?"
Lin Mo did not look up. "How long?"
The corner of Kael's mouth twitched. He decided to avoid the subject so Lin Mo would not aggravate him, and changed the topic instead.
"Holy Son, you should be content."
Lin Mo fell silent for two seconds, then burst out laughing.
"Fine, you're right, teacher. I should be content."
The reason he was so impatient was that it felt like pursuing a girl, finally getting her into a hotel room, only to be like a virgin who could not find the hole no matter what...
He was that desperate.
Over there, Zhao Gang rose from the stone platform, strolled over, and took out his cigarette pack, offering it toward Lin Mo.
"Want one?"
"I don't smoke."
Zhao Gang lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and said with a smile,
"How long have you even been learning magic? And you've already reached the sixth rank. Ordinary people wouldn't even dare dream of that."
"It's like an elementary school kid starting from scratch and getting a doctorate in just a few months. That's... I can't find any word for it besides monstrous."
"You really don't need to rush. With your talent, it's only a matter of time."
Long Zhan had been leaning against a stone pillar at the edge of the training ground, arms folded across his chest. Only now did he speak.
Just four words.
"Give it another try."
It was not encouragement, but a statement.
Yet those four words somehow made him want to act.
Lin Mo